this is close to the end of the musix i was writing/recording as my terabyte was going down due to a bad processor fan that would cause the machine to crash and eventually cost all the memory on the drive to be lost meaning 600 gig of information…

Given that this has a beat is not the fault of anything but what it sounds of.

So this is something from earlier tonite but neat not to mention minimal effects on thought and time.

the highway is so close now, /the night sounds like a projector/ even the racoons fled / so close to my heart/ it plays tricks on my sight/ industrial slugs over rotting logs/ pour condominiums/like maple syrup/ pleasing corporate hounds/ who…

My first attempt at this song.

has anybody ever really felt complimented by a drunk? its like your words mean nothing/ and you have so many of them/ do you ever ask yourself/ why do i go on/ everything i eat tastes like sand/ theres butter in my underwear/ i had a dream there…

The gaps inbetween singing "smokey angels in black" are only there because of walking away to hack up a lung!

and what it may eventually uncover.

It's just a winter landscape. Hope you'll like it.