[ pretty effing electric ]
almost zere. almost deer. almost dear. justa little bit more, brain. justa few more magic-less, suffocating, mystery-free final exams, papers, and projects. then you can start powering the dream-machines and here comes everybody art smarts. no more lying (to yourself at least), no more dying. only the cool, cool bass-lines and breaky-beats of the music of living. only the high-flying riffs and vocals like the ground beneath our feet. terra firma. terror infirma. |
