cre
eeeeeeeeee
flutter shutters
blank white pages
pianos banging
brahms explained it to me
cosmic family sorta fascimile
there was a purpose, his style is The Life, what I didn't like now Rings True
Beautiful, Masterbedrooms
my drawings
subsumedinsomethinglarger
merzbow interlude, noisy, showing me
what the soul really is, as i lie in bed
a plumber's pattern, plumber's crack
and the dumbing down of
brilliant fractal froth below
bellows organ bellows organ bellowss
maybe mint is okay for re integration
chocolate mint protein
here we are again, cover er ed
white expanse
ppp pp p
fff rr r
notes ss s
black and white ee e
what can i say? ,
google does not exist
outside is still snow
chewing on mint
another bach cantata
rachmaninov regrets...
chopin's b minor sonata, nineteen minutes, all has been said
russian psychologies
saddled with the 20th century
net’still down
bouncy bouncy
bouncy – prokofiev – bouncy
fear in a handful of dust
de planes are taking off
spiritual k planes where all your ducks are in a row
duck duck duck duck duck duck
duck
remember, sort of
who i am
fragments
but it’s okay
long sleeve shirt, good
checkered like my drawings coming into everything
irving welsh gridskin organ
melding isn’t always all that cool
but interesting
pine boxes
i can see cases and caskets
people need to be where they are
right
now
thank you for the other
nasal maintenance
listen to jimi jamming on voodoo chile
holy shit that ketamine is STRONG
finally a track comes on i don’t want to hear
skip mozart
deltron – mastermind
“yeh, you godda give ‘im dat”
sketch strung space
d
getting weird
think i’ll leave it up to unconscious now
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