[Twelve/zero-nine/two-thousand-four]

Sitting silently in my humble accommodations, mind reeling from yet another debilitating migraine... waiting for my captors cancerous, outbreaking clangor to cease. Im not sure exactly what they're pounding on, but if they don't find something to do that doesn't involve sound levels lesser than 1500 decibals, im going to strangle the life from their impish little bodies until they vomit whatever junkfood is to blame for turning them into miniaturized auditory terrorists. I've got to do something before my head explodes. each pinprick of light stabbing holes through every ounce of tolerance I may have once had in the pallid, hollow shell I have become. And just when I fear the pressure in my head is about to reach fatal levels, Leit motif resounds through the shadows... not the greatest selection for my current quandary; miles davis, nick drake or hank dogs and a few excedrin would have been the optimal choice, but alas, not having immidiate access to even one of the four, I shall settle for dredg, and hope a means of escape arives in a timely fashion.
i miss my muse.

Well, this is Mr. Head Explodey, signing off...

-V