Pardon the affirmations but the tubular awareness of this waking life is drowning me in the backward awkwardness of nights spent beyond the hole . In any circumstance I am likely to start at one end and work my way towards the other. Now I have initiated outside contact and the clothes have to be just right.
As I slide my way from one side to the next, with others on the phone and others still on the street it is hard to say if the championship will go to the highest contender or the lowest. The reverberations of the one who was owned and now is looking for the new has become the belle in the tower. I stood for a while at least in the delirium, looking for the right way to shoot the tenuous light out of the practice room. Better to be in the dark for a while.
