I've got a feeling...

A feeling I can't hide, oh no. Oh no!
So, I think I'm in love with The Beatles.
I just can't get over how intricate and strangely personable their lyrics and music were and are. "Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crab-a-locker fishwife, pornographic priestess. Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down."
I mean... come on! No one nowadays comes even close to this, lyrically. Goo goo ga joob.

I don't know. I try, myself. Usually, it takes time. Plenty of time. To think of what a critic would say about my work. In the end, I just think of a big "screw you" and write whatever it is I can think of no matter if it makes sense. I don't usually write about anything specific... besides right now... this moment... guys and girls. I've taken a place to give a thought, a word, a time, a lifestyle possible. Particular in thought. Laizzes faire in with youth and in a distilled fashion, I'll separate myself from my others and confide in the others as if they're my doormat, and I will continue in this way to exclude this body of mine and exalt You.