sphinxradio so you let yourself be swept away
in a rush of activity again
that's where the action is, i guess
and you pretend it's just bad luck
that you never said goodbye to me today
sooner or later, i'm going to learn
not to let you do this to me
Forming Mind Scratchy radios playing pomp and circumstance, I've always wanted this to be my theme music as my body finally desinegrated.

Scratchy eyes,
Scratchy hair,
Scratchy mind.
Itching my stomach and itching my skull.
This thing I'm incased in, this thing, this circumstance of science. This anatomy. This blood. This skin. This..body. It's so pointless.
Pointless circumstance. Like those things you play into fate and other fictional tales.
what's it to you?
who go