scottish

tonight, started by a million lights. burning rhythm sensation.

this week started out slow, but got faster once we were all playing music, even though we still need a drummer. that is very important. drums.

painted delicate, a constant reminder of what really exists. my soul is on fire with numbness, nnumbness. reflection, a dynamic inflection of what isn't there. water. eyes, everywhere. tuesday, wednesday, thursday. middle america is at its knees right now, she's crying because she never really lived here, she was only a figment of her own imagination. binary mindset on overdrive, zeroes and ones, on and off, white and black. you are here, or you aren't, and you are both. you are eternal, your life is forever, you die every second. every second you die, only to turn around and see life in the eyes in all of her brilliance and radiance. electricity flowing through like an elixer of the gods, the heavens are coming down, the sky is falling. reminder, everything is translucent, everything reflects, everything knows you by your middle name. your middle name is what is everything because it is in the middle of the day and it rains, it pours, it pours down on you like cold ice, cold ice piercing your bubbles, your realities, your persona, your plastic people world.