of course magic exists; know it well. Well, enough to be a fucking pain-in-the ass. You see it had to be said. (and rabbits and willows and…and…shit) busted.

So, it had to be said as the beginning of the dance began when hearing, “I can never love you like that.” Yes indeed. To see a thread of hope where the love is better or to be buried in some bizarre fucked up pain… Then began what is now an eternity of wondering…Bliss? Pain?

Understand completely though, absolutely wonderful to see passion.

And now a story about a game: To hear the words yesterday in so many songs.

Snippets of time and sound

Smell designed to boil or freeze

Those words could not be understood by any being of this planet…except for me.

i heard them loud and clear and then again today.

The very essence and reason of such an existence

it is not your fault or mine

and yet with so many fucked up words

fuck this game.