Bob Dylan!

I am a half mile from my home, I am tapping to the tempo that sets the blueprint for my heart to follow.

I love to write nonsense, I find it free.

I love Bob Dylan’s work.

Anyway, I have my back on this brick wall sitting in the bleachers with these annoying people who can’t read at age 17 and 18. Some seem nice but I don’t know how to talk to someone because of being myself. I’m talking like an incel holy shit, I’M SORRY!

Mr. Tambourine could be about music itself.

It’s a beautiful song.