Hanging from the thumbnail of the moon, loosen the tension. Must be kind of unusual-not fair falling short of denial. I’m tied up again-I’m tied upside down again. I looked up again I must be down. I must be down. I must be. Hanging from the thumbnail of la luna loosen the tenision….Sattelites and paper chrome. Reflecting damage forever….I fucked up again I must be down the Tide and the stars they’re all tangled waiting for me to find my ground…….
