188 - Weed Killer

I’m becoming convinced I do my best work, at least as far as these daily tunes are concerned, when I’m tottering on the brink of consciousness. I jotted this down last night while fighting to stay awake in my armchair, and after I was finished I was sure it was going to be a substandard effort until I gave it closer scrutiny, and it surprised me.

I suspect when I’m composing in this state I’m giving my subconscious more room to stretch, and it’s becoming apparent to me it’s a better composer than my conscious mind.

Weed here is somewhat of a euphemism,