Around the world and back again.
Between space and not, there are invisible strings. Divding a hemisphere to known or not, to the furthest territory a child could map out, would be allowed out to. Safety in knowledge, all ye panopticon watchers are being watched in turn. 20 minutes til another football match, and we're all getting sick again. Green shit is coming out of my face, and everyone's friends with friends. Thats kinda the point, is it not? Fuzzy synth noise, I stay at home whilst he gets off at Wembley. 13 minutes. Anonymous tip off leads to watching Swedish film which turns out to be excellent. Research proves without doubt that Illmatic is greater than Reasonable Doubt, but clips are still being dropped in defence of either. I am a microcosm for the credit crunch, so let Brown and Darling conduct my finances like an orchestra of good and bad debt. They know the difference, and offset with loans. Further loans. 8 minutes. My cheap rain worn soundcard produces a low end hum, and you will bear uit's fruit (as is written). We moths to the light. Thats all.