Not even 11 weeks left until x-mess and followed by the end of the year bar, before looping back to another beginning. Is it time for a review yet? Cleaning up the track? Yes? No? or Why even bother? What should be kept? What tossed?
Torn as always. Sittin in between a heap of material. All these random thoughts accumulated. May I even call these "thoughts"? Or are they actually an insult to the term? As my thinking can hardly be considered an analytical problem solving approach.
I m following my stream of (sub)conscious Un_conscious - ness / essary to survive: Black board, White-bored, Visionboard, Soundscape, ... Toothpaste, Tastebuds.... Fragments of undefined matter hovering in space. Lightyears away. No context, no destination. Like Drone tones (half step, syllables) in mid air. stratosphere.
U should be keepin' track of ur...habit(s), (bit)ch!
duties, rhythm, water...structure, u know?! there are two syllables in water and three in inferno (but just one in hell)
Leute wie gebrochene Akkorde. schlaffe Arpeggien in beige/ Grauschleier. Stock Footage, Image Bank, farblos, eindimensional leblos stuffing the contents of their lunch containers into their oral cavities
original, authentic
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