I think - therefore I think some more, and soon I am immersed in thoughts, wondering how it feels not to think - thinking aloud that thinking should not be allowed. Whatever, I now have virginradioxtreme on screamer, and I am free to be enslaved by the sound of thoughts that are not my own. I am breathing...now I have to learn to type, automatically, remotely. "Drift in space" means something to me now.

I am currently listening to: Where Do I Begin- Chemical Brothers/Beth Orton - virginradioxtreme, in association with screamer streaming the excruciating

My current mood can best be described as contused