Woke up this morning with, of all things, "Cracklin' Rosie" by Neil Diamond stuck in my head.
Ain't nothing here that I care to take along.
My subconscious knows I am dense and slow and
(These things take forever I especially am slow)
when I stop writing my morning pages, find excuses to avoid meditation, blast pop radio instead of listening to my breath when I run, my subconscious gets loud. And obvious. Board-upside-the-head obvious.
The songs that get stuck in my head make me laugh. My subconscious sends up semaphores and flares and rattles its cage and finally I get it.
I get it.
(Even if you're haul, even if you're ass, even if you're superfast)
My car's name is Rosie. Thank you, Mr. Diamond, sir.
I gotta get out of town.
Oh, I love my Rosie child.
*lyrics from Neil Diamond, Bright Eyes and Dynamite Hack songs. I'm sure you were dying to know.