Hiccup sigh...

Please hit me,
So that the face may feel.
Crab scrambles across familiar terrain,
As the sea does it's thing.
Knowledge recruited to the mind,
That already knew.
Music from an apartment,
For an absent audience.
Hooo, hoooo, hooooeeeooo.
Saaa, seeeeeaaaa, seeeeeoo.
Cut this fillet,
So it may be defined.

Today's menu.

Not a facebook update...

Four hours of rearranging inanimate objects to reveal space that will serve as a pregnant void awaiting the unleashing of industry and creation. A quiet purging of social-networking and mobile technology to permit meaningful connectivity to that world beyond human consciousness, a pigeon with a limp for instance or a cheeky puddle of water.

Tick, tock, tick...

Until the next note, after the static expires - let's play some.