T. 8

And when you look, there's an open cascade of ray, directly beamin' you, that one eyed monster holds me like a phantom too.. Spinning in circles that never ends the cycle, 365 times the life, a human stem and after why's.. And when you touch, it ripples in altitude.. Waves as high as the one who calculates, the length of a message bounces back in bits it can't undo.. Hit refresh, that panic button, too late words escaped demanding absolutely nothin'.. Just another day to /memo /memo /memo see the truth.. And when you crush, it pains me to even blush.. Restrained by the lack of another color as such, is it worth giving to, or is it gut.. And when you hear.. /memo /memo /notes, in order to fulfill, it'll be selective of what I wrote..

DCFC - C&K - 7 - + - L'Auberge - Buzz'nt enough - oh, well.. Another night, another gesture from self-inducing..