playing the part of the wallflower with buttered popcorn jellybeans.and drowning brain with graphs from pre-cal so as not to hear anything they say, anything but amplitude, cosine and phase shift. yet it all filtrates through the rise and fall of pencil importance.
he is sad...southern boy uprooted and replanted in the confines of an old home, far away from champaign-urbana, urbana-champaign. you make me happy, southern boy, of the dreams of fast colored bikes and night time soundtracks of rumbleseat and bluegrass. we have el reys down here i learned. would you like to share dinner?