In my ear there is something old, at my fingers something current, on my mind something consistantly painful yet knowingly hopeful.. today however my money gave me something in return...my first of firsts, back to the roots...music in essence, the groove of grooving, the ridges of written word... i understand my progress..this old noise is now replaced but in a sense it is far superior to my "better" self.. who am i to say that this is not as advanced...not as well practiced....not as brilliant.

Yet i get no attention anyway.. i may aswell be talking to oblivion...hello again... ... how true it is...

Oblivion