that eagle wind rattles down on me a kind of curfew but it's still a shoot through, a kind of who are you. could there ever be such threeway frustration as this angry tonal deprivation, as desperate as the longing that exists in this perpetuity... when the nondestructive is so unevolutionary you know you have to escape. to be. i want to play with time. reverse her. reverse him. fast forward. rewind.