The doorbell tones vary, stray electrical impulses share the airwaves, create impressions of a visitor, who isn’t there. False connections spark impulses tripping tunes into play.

the infinite possibilities of chess, scrabble, the puzzles of these jinxes, it's mind-blowing. I have only seen the silence of the mediocrity,

Sand dunes stretch on for miles, tangerine dirt connect to yellow dunes, with green corridors of outlined with trees. Ride home, ride home. Leave us all alone with our screaming children,

This was given to me in a dream one night. Only a little tweaking.

Spilt in two, the red runs from the centre, to form a pool of sorrow on the floor, this pool so full it could burst, unleash everything I ever felt, into the atmosphere and poison the air,

While waiting for a friend in shop for coffee I looked at this magazine and jotted it down.from a beautiful face.

a dark piece ~

Maybe you swallowed propaganda like birth control pills. Just so you could fuck thugs, prostitution to get the dollar bills.