The adorable sound of your soul's existence brings joy to my own. Empty static bellows out from beneath the gravel; the epidermis of the universe that stacks our puzzle pieces together. Fate is playing our lives like some sort of Jenga game where only the winner sticks out like a sore thumb loser. Just keep playing Seven Up like the Built To Spill song says, or have yourself a classic dinner a la 50's style. Twin Peaks is on, so I have nothing else to say on the matter.
"Word up", Kim Gordon.