Sometimes I forget that musicians can be extreme jerks. Twisted by idiosyncracies that are impossible to reconcile and guided by hi-byes as easy as turning tea sour.
pale as the white breeze, the eye cannot maketh its crease, the trough, the zennith, the power...it speaks...it reeks...Oh! how it piques my curiosity! how it delves into the nebulous truth of reality, how it