absentminded abbey, sending blank thoughts out into blank space; words of enrichment, or the ramblings of a self-obsessed bigot? soak up the summer sun, i live in a small town of eccentrics
a never-ending racetrack; like an animal in captivity, pacing around town as you do
if your thoughts are overwhelming, then the music simply isn't up loud enough.
voiceless words, faceless tunes.
it is the plight of humanity to fight our natures, but maybe nature knows a hell of a lot more than we do.
