Slithery...
There's a song by Cop Shoot Cop called 'Swimming in Circles'. It has a nervous, queasy violin bit in the back that makes me think of strychnine poisoning. I kind of feel that way now. Chilly, dirty, a little paranoid of something just outside of my direct control; like the first time you see a war on TV and know you could get there, too, or the joy some hillbilly minister feels when thinking about armageddon...I have class tonight, and maybe that's it. I'm learning a lot about emotional control, finding non-existent reasons for made-up feelings. Strange. I need a shower before class, too. Gotta go up the hill again to my house...
BTW, does anyone besdides me think that ICON OF COIL is a stupid rip-off name? I mean, what the fug?
BTW, does anyone besdides me think that ICON OF COIL is a stupid rip-off name? I mean, what the fug?