I dont know that anything exists outside this cold part of the world, and i dont really care to find out. I was thinking of something, i was trying to say something, other than lying naked in freezing water something sounds good. Like, um, hearing classical piano through a wall while i bury myself with blankets. Oh, and pillows.
it feels like i should of made more of myself. i should of went somewhere when i was 18.
Perhaps there is a reason why i write drones. and they seems to pour out of me.