7.21am….Tradition immamorial
Pure silence…aching feet that are made of lead supported by earth’s gravity…your head has been invaded by microscopic violins and are playing the highest of notes…someone ninja assaulted you without you noticing and poured cinnamon powder into your eyes. It should be wrong…all wrong…but you’re so happy your lungs needs no Oxygen to keep them pumped, you’ve been up and jamming for the past 9 hours and continuous nano second bursts of memory are flooding your whole nervous system till your fingertips twitch and your skin prickles. You smile…but its that sideways smile where it’s mostly accomplished by your eyes. You know what you’ve just experienced will be hardwired into your grey matter for life…
This track…………well…just listen…
Thank me later…
