Paint a song for me.

Now, I'm typing this post before any of my dear beloved friends really start believing that most of my inspiration comes from the dear ol' toilet.

As stated before, that the somewhat erotic prose was inspired by the toilet. True, yet not so true. Well, you see, I do not just thump myself onto the toilet bowl and wait for inspiration to hit me. I kinda, read materials when I'm inside the toilet and most of the time I get inspired by the various articles in the paper written by our local journalists. Note: I'm refering to the quirky and blatant articles.

Personally I have two spots of inspiration, my bed and the toilet in the master bedroom. Logically speaking, I think alot in these two spots cos' there's almost nothing to do while I'm in there as contrary to most of the bedrooms that you guys have, I have nothing with moving images in my bedroom and the only electronic device is the radio. So when you're surrounded by stuffed toys, books and everything stationary, you kinda start thinking about everything and anything, leading to weird thoughts in the morning which keeps my mind spinning till the moment I start reading my paper.

Conclusion? No, my inspirations do not come because I'm trapped in an ammonia-filled room. It just comes when I've got nothing better to do and when I read inspiring works of others.



{ I just think of you and I'd smile. }