Found a splinter, made me sit by the front door. All i see is mountains, smells like home made stuff and a long walk in the woods. It's almost sunset, gotta turn back, lost my way but its ok. The sound will guide me.
Sometimes I think about the compatibility between visual patterns and randomn thoughts running into a matrix 1000, an ashly line mixer and a thermionic culture vulture. Then my whole room starts shaking within these uniforms sounds.
