You have harmonized your weakest beat, and have freed yourself from the blues; your death plays on constant rotation. Get up to a different song, switch the catalog, mute the void, count cadence skip a beat downbeat out beat play outside The Multiplication Table. Abstracting your death numbs the pain. A gut-ripping trip back to your legacy, … Continue reading
“Love is too weak a word for what I feel – I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F’s, yes I have to invent, of course I – I do, don’t you think I do? “ Woody Allen, Annie Hall I was born a baby. I grew up as a … Continue reading