Been a long time since I've been here. Maybe I should start finding reasons to stay?

Found it in my kitchen.

It's not meant to make any sense, it's not meant to make you any money. Don't be funny, honey; the stars are strung from the sky and being so blunt wont cut the wires in this scene, sunbeam.

Can you hear me breathing? Am I still with you? I've become so numb, ears echo white noise, vision poised for another hallucenakitty silhouette mystery.

I'm casting out lines and catching boots,
I'm closings heavens like open books and I don't know how to stop it, I don't know how to say what it means in this day and time. I just don't know. It kaffufles me.