slowly the clock is watching. watching me? slowly what?
how is that adverb doing any ad-ing to anything? this is not a series of questions.
today the paranormal demanded attention but i didn't give in. live in the real world, i said to it. it declined and dripped away. why can't you write like music, i heard it say. i have no answer to that. so i hold my head in my hands. why can't i? rising up from the bass line, i hear sine waves. i do, i hear them. they oscillate. if i had an oscillator, i would trace their ryhthm and show you. i will trace the sounds of this song and draw it for you.
on itunes right now: paranoid android. of course...
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