+ i like to steal +

I haven’t found an effective way to ease my pain.
With such “avant-garde” beginnings.
My &#!@ has this mechanism where you push it into remix, and it feeds the fuzz back into itself a thousand times.
A sonic volcano not recommended for small children.

This filmstrip winds around in my brain.
And it’s all I can see.
Floating around and haunting; all from my friend’s imagination.
And things start to fall in place.
It was a real struggle to try to include the more beautiful aspects of life.

Like a pointillist painting:
unhappy little stories—problems and turmoil
that everybody has—but the large picture they make says,

‘Don’t worry. We’re gonna be all right.’