It's making me nervous. How every day feels the same. Meet my phantoms, they never seem to want to go away. So they stay. . I found a good place for everyone I know to come and rest.
New music. New listening. Not an attempt to understand something that is said. For if something were being said. The sounds would be given the shapes of words.
Inevitably it's starting to bleed. And couldn't be stopped, that's justice. Incredible luck, to lift and be struck. What curious things. . A moment to think before we will sing.