my head. or who at least visits my head from time to time.
seriously, i once wrote an entire song pulling over every block to write a new line. i’d stop the car, write a line then wait and see if more was coming. when no other lyrics seemed forth coming i would drive away only to have the next line slide into my head complete with percussion and instruments that i have no idea how to play and so have no ability to get down on paper. thanks.
my most recent story idea has me leaning towards evil. the idea came while i was walking down a hospital corridor. it was 