Nonsense floods my head. Floods, floods, floods, floods. Phonetically pathetically pathologically lost am I.
THE LYRICS KEEP PLAYING IN MY HEAD IN THIRDS AND FIFTHS AND EIGHTHS AND TWELFTHS.
Higher and higher the water rises till it pours out my eye sockets. Isn't hydrostatics fun? Or was that hydroponics?
FIVE PART HARMONIES ARE FUN. WHEN YOU'VE GOT FIVE VOICES.
Batting my fists and biting my eyes... or was it the other way around?
WHAT AN ARTIST HE IS. BUT WHO AM I TO SAY?
I'm screaming. Either way.





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"The price for your heart's desire is your heart." -- Zozie de l'Alba
Peace
-Michelle
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