ate too much snackage r leaves i tend to overeat and dissipate have to get my equilibrium i watched the broken circle breakdown thought have i seed this before not this time it was beautiful reminds me how i love that sweet bluegrass the old heartrending foot tapping soul keening sounds and coming from belgium bringing it and i finish fathoms she writes too self conscious there's good in it but you have to work to get it doesnt come naturally shes young and precocious a little full of words herself but ok i get a little testy dissipated the internet flagged in the wind now the wind died i missed the moon r saw in missouri it was just topped over the roof glowed clouds crenellations after the whale book back to memory the size of the volume is irksome somebody ruffled the pages theres fingerprints on the dark photographic pages it flows if you dont try to break it down it does work like memory works like a stream becoming river you cant work memory goes to sea it makes me think you have to surrender then let it work on you yeah its work you cant work it out it has to do its work you have to let it out i'm going to stop now the moon ull prolly wake me fore long