Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says the that even that has got to good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Friday, February 6, 2026
Suburban Lawns Green Eyes '87 Remix (At this moment, this song should accompany me to my grave). Amazing
"the shades are the venetian kind, they are drawn down blind."
Google Gemini Query: Which part of the human brain appreciates music? Turns out, there's no one part. It's a congress including the audiotry cortex within the temporal lobes, the frontal lobes, cerebellum, amagdyla, hippocampus and the motor cortex. I'm beginning to understand that, conceding of course that we all differ in our brainy composites, mine in particular is configured in such a way, fine-tuned, in fact, that the pattens, composition, amazing instrumentals,seemingly and seamlessly in perfect unison, along with Su Tissue's muffled voice and cadence, are perfectly invited into my musical taste, like a DNA match.