furrowed brow and angry eyes and empty sounds of church bells over beats that echo into...and i sound annoying...the blathering of silence and the loneliness hangover. fan blades kicking up dust and pens for dipping into india ink. getting darker as the sun sets on the opposite side, the side without windows. feel them prickling the retina the surface and puddling up. and things are gray. cold air and submitting to less than human qualities.