Anatomy of A Self-Indulgent Moon Gazer

the thoughts in paranoia of being caught chasing no ends running out of vortices — the tone of a definite crash but the remnants of ideas coalesce to expel the delinquency — from transient humor to one exhibiting the true resilience and emanating from it is the liberation of senses. here is no sentimentality everything is elemental — an examination of the pursuit of independent spirit — acceptance of the intimate and losing the burden of existence. eerie and tenacious the melody that meets the need of malady strikes dream-like.