a clear message to those on the surface

it smells like a vet's office in here. and by "here" i mean my face.
too much done and yet, at the same time, not enough.
we're both holding back, for some reason. two fiends not wanting to be too fiendish together.
there be worse things. we have all the time in the world and it already feels like it's never going to be enough.


he's working on music and i'm trying to find a way to sort through images and code without vomiting. ceiling cat disguised as basement cat's out hunting and all is as well as can be expected for the moment, as these things go. it is excellent to be here, with him - with them.