fuck sitting on this hilltop high above the gauer - the icy breeze cutting the sky into dark halves, filling my head with the sound of a thousand brilliant birds and keiji haino...and i stumbled down to my caravan to watch some fucked up welsh soap about a freak rock band playing at a barndance - no wonder i left my television at my folks when i was 16. silence is golden like the widening outside my doorstep.
erica:
Hey, thanks.