never understood why people would forego the powerplay that is the private gag…

or maybe,…

or could be fully confident in their own self-destructive habits… whatever!!

liberating my spirit by spouting nonsense & causing chaos…

i mean as great as it was to hear crazy double-bass pieces or a french horn played at the lower limits of human perception, the real event was talking about the pieces out on the terras when everyone went out for a smoke break. irreplaceable. r.i.p. weather report u will always be famous.

(a depressive’s maxim: thinking begets more thinking.)