Who knew a computer could make that noise... put it down and back away. Dig again another day.

So things get left to be done another time, and not even those that fall against the reality spectrum... their all just relative the plan as we know it. And why is it that my mind floats back to that image down by the still floating air. Nothing but a smooth ride and everything would change back to the way it was... that was all that was left to be done. Hold tight... find a high end and stay there till the water slowly drifted away. Simple really.

But was the flood so bad? Especially now when the world is so dry... a little water wouldnt hurt a parched brain... and little substance for the soul. .. we harked on about appreciating what you got... that thing that is everywhere... does that song still sing at the end of it now... or should we start it again... lets start it again...

.... yea you feel it...

...those vibrations are right around the corner.

Listening to some wonderous madness....

Dig in and stick your nose to the floor.