A No Picture Birthday

I need that band, Man. Better you had taken your width, or pulse, between your hands, and off to span the flickering of later dreams, than trouble chased, stalked, captured afuckingain. Work it out, oops, have to have eyes for it, and care, the variables of impossibility shine, showing their existence allfuckingright. Its something. It is that. Secret talks, shapes and shifting, light, dark, every moon yet.