we ride upon an elevating wave.
Its completely ridiculous. These ripples and interruptions, these creases on the surface of an intangible fear - we are numbed into believing its not there, yet we sense, we detect that we have been falsified upon. That in fact, we hang upon a tense thread. The word 'dangle' never felt more precarious.

What's the rest of the year going to be like?



Oh, and B&J with quality time with Clar is awesome shit. Sorry I'm always so busy and preoccupied.