"There's the door"

Day 3 in the apartment of magic and wonder: I can't seem to escape this mystic cloud, this aura around that shouts to people "I want to move furniture! Let me move your furniture!" And as such the things I joked about this summer aren't quite as funny when the release punchline never quite gets here if you know what I'm talking about. This is a place, I have a place now. My car is not a football field away and I don't know who's gonna walk through my door in the next eight months. Who's it gonna be and what are they gonna do in my life, what are they gonna play? Why don't I make more things? I guess I have to chalk it up to laziness. There's an inherent thrill that takes me over when I see the results, the work of something out of nothing. There needs to be more. There's not enough, not nearly enough. I can do better. It can get bigger than this. I'll tell you what, ideas infect my mind with a certain yeasty quality. It only takes a little yeast to make the whole dough rise to epic proportions, so goes with the inkling of a thought in my imagination. All it takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and I'm just out to sea, I'm off the earth. For example (and this is the most current example of many, many examples) you know how easy it would be to serenade my last thing? I could just take the first letter off many a song character and I'd have it, not to mention that heart-wrenching ode to cunnilingus (of course I'd change the lyric for her). Yeah, this year will be SOMETHING