10/12/06

Waiting in the last entrail

I know you'll think less of me in the morning light - syncoptions, perpetually trailor tracing with paths of here we go. It's so easy - to liberate - the instability. Who mistook this steak for chicken?

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not paranoid when you should be just one of my normal keyboard improvisations, nothing special, except that it's recorded on a real grand.