i was drunk enough without knowing any better and we were to go where to from here and into the mountains my friends away from here and to the other side into the plains into the nothingness into freedom the war is still going on outside my window but i cannot see it and i will not hear it i turn the sound up loud am i not a target if one falls down upon me i will not feel it s terribly so drunk i will not think wasted a sober life on this rock of the wicked and mad i think i have had enough the music and biscuits finish the tea and happily go off to bed to another rock the day has been one of the most exhausting kind the madness does not let up on days like these the holy days of which the animals know nothing sensible to their surroundings to all of their surroundings and nothing else well attuned waking as nothing has changed and nothing has changed
all works presented herein are 'threewords' with the exception of reposted videos duly titled.