slow soft silent understanding









space







time







love of life

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distant lights at the end of the tunnel stencilled with the 20-somethin' tag
i'll jump on the band wagon once I've passed my driving test

Mi need fi buy flim becaa’ no flim in’ai camra.

inside. outback. two. front.

lack of sleep
lack of appetite
loss of self

wearing black pyjama's

the evening mourning

As time goes by

A kiss is just a kiss
A smile is just a smile
And priority seats are offered to those less able to stand.

gutta instinct

There's no vibration greater than that of sub-bass
Low frequencies suggesting there's more to the soul than meets the ear

Dancin' Prayer

Let us not be seen to be scene but be seen to be feeling

Let us move the music as it moves our white soles that we refuse to get dirty

Let us find our emotion, grab the bass line vibrations and mix them with our own chemistry to suit whatever ailment we wish to cure

Let us stomp our feet, grind our teeth, rock our heads, move our bodies, smile, laugh and convulse until the drums have beaten out all concern, all worry, all self into the brightness of the lights

Let our ears eat the beats as if they were Nourishment