Banging away at the keyboard, hammering out the information into some recognizable shape like a skilled artist. Bang, bang, bang. Feeling a little like Stevie Wonder when he plays "Superstition". In fact, I feel like I can still do what I need to do while wildly swinging my head from side to side. Never wanting to stop, cause objects in motion tend to stay in motion, and that's where I wanna be. Bang, bang, bang. Only using my two index fingers because I don't know any better, but not wanting to learn the regular way, cause man, I'm fast and smooth and perfect in what I do. It's child's play. It's something a drunken monkey with one arm tied behind his back could do. Hope the circus doesn't come through town anytime soon, or I could be out on the street. Wait, did I say that or did I see that in a Dilbert cartoon? Can't look back, keep going forward, keep moving, never stopping. Bang, bang, bang. It's like I'm trying to hammer flat some long ago and forgotten bitter feeling.