i can honestly say this song brings me to a state of profound sadness, like i look at CCF's cover for the S.S.Orion album with the parrot on a lonely island staring off at a distant plane. its like this song gives me a feeling of nostalgia for a place or time i have never been, a memory that is a fiction. i remember my past, my childhood, everything comes flooding back to me in an indiscriminate wave of feelings. that's how powerful music like this can be, it brings you to places and makes you confront the unhappiness that lies within.
Skotche put the pen to the letter paper. Cool words a staple, and reason for our separation. Peep the lettering is hieroglyphic, cryptographic. Attempts to meter my phenomenon unwise, impolitic. Length-wise, align the jays, road trip Altoid case. Mesmerized by wind turbines spread across Illinois prairie-scape. Searchin for a certain set of eyes. Always. Reminiscing on my depression-filled dog days. Now a long ways away. Semblance of a goal and a dream, building, forward energy, positive working. A vote for Hillary is to endorse oligarchy. I support the Green Party. With greens partying, With others who left fear for dreams. How's your fear working? What is it enabling? Everything so murky, is she cumming or hyperventilating? Hear the war drum Hillary beats steadily. I think it's hilarious critiques of Libya end at Benghazi. And what are they hiding?: African investment bank African satellites A dictator who refused to privatize and instead effectively socialized And at one time was willing to fight. And why did we freeze and seize well over 30 billion worth of libyan holdings without war declared by congressional decree? -Skotche
