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November 07, 2003

Northern line

Today is free of inspiration. Minutes toddle by, carrying off whatever they can find that isn't nailed down, and nothing falls from my fingers. I give them an experimental shake, just to see if that clears the blockage or somehow elevates my mood. Instead I look like someone trying to play invisible accordion versions of Electro Hippies classics. As everyone knows, a gentleman is someone who knows how to play the accordion, but doesn't. Thus, not only have I demonstrated dimness, lack of wit and a poor choice in crowd-pleasing music, but I have revealed myself as Not A Gentleman. I will now move to a distant country and spend the rest of my days exiled from the view of decent people. It is the only way.

Posted by Hirez at November 7, 2003 10:21 AM

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