you told us bass

just me and dolami now, son.
i find that vodka is a rough tumbling drunk. My head is swooning something heavy and something awful.
and all i need is nother cigarette.
all i really want is to go baclk and change small little details, ones no one would ever really truly notice. just a tweak here or a tity there. It wou;dn't affect you much but it would mean the world oto this guy.
so it's just heavy bass, a badd that seems to haevier every month and i can't really help it.
i like it heavy. maybe i'm just helping along some brutall bassy deep conclusion and so the music comes with me
more bass.. eq's speak your true mind. first it was the treble turned up way too loud and now you want all the bass you could never really handle. but you walk these too grey streets over and over the same light post, the same poster for the same show 3 months old and then one day. surprise! new show coming up, a poster to rot for three months too long, all the whiole the bass dipped lower and lower iwth every step, until one day you just end up shitting your pants.

and ithink about women smoking cigars and today i talked about art on end and where it stands when it looks back at me and laughs from across the bar where better rif raff have their way with naive little boys and girls not willing to use thier elbows when quite clearly the rest of the world is having their fucking way.
but i appeticze.

i've found,
i fine
ifind
it's in the bass.