Waltz (Better Than Fine Is Great)

 I am consistently and reliably blown away by Fiona Apple's discography. Extraordinary machine is such a killer album, full of whimsical melancholy soaked in the acceptance of the unacceptable. The instruments speak to my body so masterfully, and with the swells and sways I find my anatomy reacting. Maybe it's the autism but God DAMN! More to come at 6. 

Painting

 I want to live somewhere no one else lives. A tragic circus's petting zoo, but all the animals have hard rubber faces to mismatch from their soft plushy bodies. They stare at me but I can only face forward to stare at the painter. The clouds are cotton and the colors blend into each other softly. I am hard. I am a suit of armor among the sheep. The Shepard's field I loiter in is lush and encompassing. It stretches from infinity to eternity. No one will find me here except for everyone, who could see me here all the while. The song that plays for my lifetime is tragic and beautiful and it means a whole lot. They'd put it in a museum and I would be witnessed mysterious forever more. Just another tragedy to explore.