A story of insanity...
(or everything is relative but some things are better than others.)
Got to love the way the atmosphere changes from time to time with the seasons and changes and evolution of sound.
There is always time to rebuild and when there seems to be no time there is the necessity to make the time...
the change cannot occur without witness.
It is necessary to pay attention.
Picture this:
You are floating in space.
You are fucking and swallowing pudding, not quite chilled, not quite coagulated, but sweet and wet. Delicious.