"The Dark Roman Wine in our bloodstream makes the cold just a word"

I'd like to write

A Soundtrack for the entire world

I'm afraid they'll remain

A collection of blank verse

Unless you come along

And set it to tune.

I was at lunch today, slowly chomping through while a random phrase began to wobble around in my head. It was like my neurons were trying to write a song, but they were flailing around madly like the little peas I was trying to save before their oily gravy death.

So yes, the little voice in my head (as opposed to the Righteous Voice, the Crejjy Voice, the Voice of Reason, the Pretend-Grown-Up Voice among others, haan, I am little bit schizo), so Music-Voice starts reciting - "I saw the ads in the classifieds, about Lonely Lovers seeking Paradise, it sounded rather desperate to me, Today I made a list of things to do, it started and ended with you, this sounds rather desperate to me too, one day we'll be in a movie in our minds, and you can hold an umbrella over my head."

This, THIS is what happens when you listen to too much Belle and Sebastian and you have crazyassfinalexaminChemistrythatdoesn'tmatterbecauseit'stoofuckinghardtoconcentrateon.. Damn you Annesha Sil!

But thank you also, boss.