Just a little red

Thinking. It's good for the organism but it does things to the soul. Mincing and churning and I never thought ideas could bite. Or have teeth. Or a soul. But then again I never thought about thinking that and now that I am somehow in this position, of cognitivity or conectivity or whatever, I have to say it ain't half bad.

I gots me my see-through glasses on. Yet again. It's like I'm 15 all over again. And I'm having the blues all the fuck over again... Hey!

I even got a room with a view. So it ain't half bad.