So...
What do you look for? A new keyboard that does what you want it to. A new high, life, hope, dream, scheme...
It seems to me that the fabric is woven too loosely, too tight, too wild - in a biological tradition.
Can we weave it into what it needs to be?
Yes, of course.
I'm no Jesus, only a man hoping Christmas comes true. The racism and sunglasses that left us blind must pass into oblivion.
Yeah, who are you?
I'm no one, nowhere - a dead baby who lived too long.
Who knows if I can make you laugh, cry, or make you me, as people do
I only know that "God is good" and there's a reason.
"Dreaming of Babylon."
