Okay, apparently rewriting is time for music. I can't draft with music. But perhaps editing is different. Today, the brain wants the Tragically Hip-- mostly infinite repeat on "Makeshift as We Are" which is only kinda sorta a little bit like my book, if you squint very sideways at it--? Maybe more than I think. I just happen to associate this song with Jason and Marc and paintball on the one hand, and Firefly on the other, but you know. Sideways squintiness. You do the combat math, I'm the war artist You can't take your shots back, I have to watch them miss The basketball rim shook like a tambourine not an unlikely event in a game that means nothing in a game that means nothing Makeshift we are lead never leaves your system no matter who you are Makeshift we are as makeshift as we are You're a complex dune, I'm a cloud of octopus ink You're an elusive tune, I'm more ice sculpture than I think You're the neutral tribe and I got the wrong openness Here's where I slowly close my eyes and say, "I'm too drunk for this." Yea I'm too drunk for this Makeshift we are "Weakling Make Trouble" you played on your guitar Makeshift we are as makeshift as we are we are. we are. we are. the lonliest buoys on dolphin property you're as quiet as a fish, I only sing for the whole sea From memory metal tension springs we were gunsmoke and the truth let's shake some snow off of his shoulders let's shake some snow off of the roof Let's shake some snow off of the roof Makeshift we are occurring to each other under the setup of the stars Makeshift we are we imagine us here and here we are Makeshift we are through half-squinted eyes becoming a mirage Makeshift we are I have the next 4 of 6 working days (plus the weekend) off the dayjob to facilitate the writing (and at one point, a furnace installation), and I've already resorted to posting song lyrics on the internet, which I never do. Just so we're clear. Hm. A tag for "rewriting madness," perhaps?