Musiikkia kuuroille, juopoille, varkaille sun muulle paskasakille;
there is no pain, you are receding. a distant ships smoke on the horizon. you are only coming through in waves. your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. when i was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye. i turned to look but it was gone.i cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb.