Organit – Komplex

Music doesn’t need words, except for the words contained in the music (if any). Music doesn’t need a reason, except for the reason contained in the music, or the music contained in the reason.

I’ve not made sense yet, and I’m not likely to any time soon. But I do like to revel in the unexpectedly welcoming sonic waystations I find in my mental travels, or travails, insert as appropriate. Is insertion ever appropriate? I really hope so, and soon, but that’s a different story.

You mean this is a story? Why didn’t you say?

 

Public Animal – Palace Arms

the flipbats in earshot were hassling me not in the slightest, however, there was something of an error in the report, which somebody, somewhere, instantly dismissed as worthy of nuts. Dangernuts, to be precise. well, I had to send the farcical  popsicle home to be de-nnoyed, and it was a roaring success, but the side effects were tremendously tremulous, seeking only a form of chaos known to man as the sliding scale, which has also been translated succinctly into alpha monkey wonderland as the profit margin, and that’s what they are actually hitting you with when you watch Strictly Come Dancing.

Thoughts are like sentences, only less visible, and you can always deny having had them.

I bring only gifts of the unwanted variety

How many journeys make up a lifetime?

Just how big is now?