what’s the matter miss tatter,
what's the matter miss tatter,
who's the mourner dr. bourner
where's the butter mr. shutter,
when's the corner mrs. lorner.....
yeah, yeah, yeah, i've lost it :-)
drum and f...ing bass in the headphones, the music drives the madness.
i just felt like wringing out a few words, senseless, ironic, lost in the grey-zone between language and random data.....
where is the point at which reality becomes truth? is that truly a question that can be asked......
abstraction notwithstanding, humanity intensely satisfying... hyperactive where & when?
