Angels On The Console

unknown Japanese candy, spindle cells, cheap red wine: and i go slouching toward Bethlehem. the signal chain is faulty and i'm the only one who knows it. multi-adapted many cable run and there it is, the beginning of the universe in one more room while i lie awake trying to crack the electric code. i'm told that thoughts can sometimes suppress feelings, that we can't, like a dog, just hump every other dog and see what happens, that our social interactions are very complicated. well... yeah. and dancin, oh how they dancin.