I moved some squares around and called it twiddling with the layout, but what now, I don’t know – there’s loads of copywriting to do still, but nothing ever stays still. I’m meant to be freelancing more but that’s not going to happen when I can’t even control a thought or a muscle.
The town centre is dangerously close – TOO many people there and what do I do but make a scene, talking to the voices because they WON’T SHUT UP!!
You’re lost. They’re watching you you’re a freak they’re monitoring you, soon soon the time will soon-soon.
But you see, I’m destined. For greatness, I don’t know what. They know, they know I know, so it’s okay to put here – if they could tell me… but that would only be a bad thing, I don’t want them that close.
They look like this. So innocuous.
I love this song.
The Song Thrush 