right now, i could deal with laying on the middle of my livingroom floor pointing the advent speakers to each side of my head and blasting Kid A and OK Computer. it would be easy to get lost in between those electronic notes, the sucking a lemon mantra, everything is in it's right place...
it brings me to the unordinary. away from the mundane. above the everyday bullshit of cars, and noise, and redtape. quiet abnormal thoughts turned inside out. drum notes and weirded out voices can only tell the truth. it smells like it tastes. it sounds like it feels. if i could, i'd roll it up in rice paper, and smoke it all in.

take me to a place that makes sense, that is real. away from the pasty smiles and hands always waiting, knives out, gently stabbing.