Butt cut

this music, in ode to people who talk to people, happened by chance... i tripped down a wee water slide and swooped down into a lake, full of loads loads people doing stuff, for da sake of it, happiness, happiness, not drowning in mass of 010011111101010100011110100101101010001010101010101101110010 1101 11/05/07 SO light these dayz! like a brown paper bag, blowing by da wind. Where does it come from? This Force? its unknown to me. so... ive decided to document&183; trynna capture it and lock it in a frame, named 'something' forever... swinging a butterfly net around my head, like a brown paper bag. Rising, Falling, Surfing, Gliding, Spinning and all the time evolving like a brown paper bag, with eyes. insignificant next to nothing, having no solid stance in which to attack from, like a brown paper bag. A cycle of, clutter then release, light then dark, empty then full, good then just Rubbish, like a brown paper bag. An emergency ventilator for the weakened mind of its owner, like a brown paper bag. reaching out to embrace whatever may come, choiceless, like a brown paper bag. reporting to you from this space i find homeful, 'the brown paper bag'.oh lord behold! there are more buttcuts!!! and i invited them to be my friends, and they agreed! check there pages...