In the future, backward masking is an accepted form of communication and religious adherence to grids composed of digitally rendered frequency modulation and so on and so forth over woven like a spider web only the maker isn't digital like in the movies but can fake it on a moments notice...Cubes. They're not just carrots anymore...
Torrid affair seeks inevitable conclusion. Must have aura of resignation, own collection of maudlin records. Non-smokers only, please. Willing to suspend disbelief, but reluctantly.
I mean if you want to say crazy stuff just say it. Don't hide it behind a mask. Just listen to it flow from your mind to the keys and then ask yourself if your heart agrees...
.. and slowly a rot set into the collective conscious.. a lack of humility before the vast complexities of reality.. a malaise of excessive pride that made them think reality would rather bend to whatever they wanted it to be... and ineffably, the slime and ooze of their own warped thoughts rose up and sucked them all down until all truely original thought, creativity and inspiration was finally and inexorably asphyxiated because it lost the substrate of reality on which it fed.
...the point was that, to the crowd it was basically worthless; a novelty, dusty and battered. No one showed interest until an old guy shuffled up and took it in his hands, tuned it, and played as though music had not existed at all before...
ok, I was thinking about this; what if instead of spam it was called span. Number one you take the meat connection right out of the aggravation. Number two I can't remember while old and on alcohol but I'm sure it will come to me. Number three? Number three? Number three is a reason for the ages...
I know a guy that knew a guy that knows a guy that heard a hearing from a clearing where when then, while in leaning in, cupped his ear to filter fear through crooked fingers the lessening lingers, resounding sounds of familiar losts and founds and out of bounds he paused... and down in the ground; under a red clay mound, round and around, on an axis of love...
ok, I considered. if God is love and if I love God and also God loves me then I love you does that mean me and God have to fight over you or does God automatically win because He loved me and you first and we only had one good leg left to stand on between us because the other one got mangled in a meat grinder. Then God could be a she and still love our ugly one legged asses and take care of us because after all it's the right thing to do. Or maybe God isn't a he or a she or a meat grinder at all. Maybe God is a quiet place in our heart where we sort out all the trouble our head gets us into. That's it! Let's start a new advocacy movement called LEGS FOR HEADS! WOW. Genius. If your heart ain't in it don't bother...
