At The Nerve Center

I'll wear a fucking kimono if I want to. To All: The ones who want everything or just some something, and specially those in need of strong shelter from the passing madness. Es? Mutato again. Crash, the movie the beginning reference point, didn't get that far you say? You say: Nothing, matters, here. Avoid jackers and gearheads and professional cop/wifebeaters, sublife and sub nothing/right up in your face, their eyes giving away what you dismiss in hurry hurry, going? The body language of internal injury. Never mind call it a dream or a satire, performance heart, you've got to get going.