I also have Madhu HW.
So, survival is a theory at this point.
Going to go to club, watch the openers, and the fellow freaks dressed with such joy, then come back to the apt and work.
If speaking to me is imperative, fone me. I can't guarantee a pulse, but I can an ear.
In the midts of all my crimes
I feel lost
Remind me as they say,
"It's up to you
the things you throw away"
And still you're gonna' have to go and find it
Have to dig beneath the ground
Have to unearth every ugly storm that kept you on your own
And simply put them downBlues Traveler, Look Around
Death. Like dead.