what’s the matter miss tatter,
who’s the mourner dr. bourner
where’s the butter mr. shutter,
when’s the corner mrs. lorner…..

yeah, yeah, yeah, i’ve lost it 🙂

drum and f…ing bass in the headphones, the music drives the madness.

i just felt like wringing out a few words, senseless, ironic, lost in the grey-zone between language and random data…..

where is the point at which reality becomes truth? is that truly a question that can be asked……

abstraction notwithstanding, humanity intensely satisfying… hyperactive where & when?