Pipes'n'drums, trying to pun, all and any kind of music, minus anything "Gang-bangers" would like, has a sign on his front law that says "screw the dog, beware the owner"
wonders why people like twittering on twitter with their cellular phones... does that make them twits?
Deeper I go into my nuttiness, I wonder what is in store for us in the future.... I know, in the future, I'll be typing, but when I finish typing it will be the past...
so the present is constantly dying as we make forth to the future, which we live in now, as everything falls to the past.
does this (minus the first paragraph) even fit in 'interests'?
I got to live in Iraq for a few months, but I do live in AK... Midnight sun, and all that jazz...? Jazz... nope, it's not playing in my head, something's sleeping, in the darkness... no one knows what... broken minds sleep?
(it was a song called 'Éminence Grise')