Graceland

I refuse to force anything during this process.  There will be no long entries or punches in the nose until it comes bursting out of me.  I live by Bukowski’s Law.

The only thought spiraling through my mind was that I spent the morning listening to Paul Simon.  I think I repeated Graceland at least 5 times because it was making me think of the small town I grew up in.  I’m not sure if it was in the lyrics or in the notes or in the spaces between but something was chiming in and chiming in loud.  I keep thinking of the generic wish you hear on the pageants… World peace.  Fuck world peace, it’s a pipe dream and we wouldn’t even need it if everyone knew where their Graceland was at: