autobiography: part four

the guitars were enhanced by the words they wept to. the repeat function of a stereo is ideal at times like this. but it's still not enough tonight. my eyes have been dry throughout.

some forms of beauty are not desired. but they seem to be necessary (a blessing and a curse). and i am greedy, and want them nonetheless.

and i suppose that is the crux of it. i've noticed myself closing, so i will bring this to an end before the deceit (the style) takes too strong a hold.