Logics path

 

Conventional wisdom bows out.

Set in stone with a toothpick.

She dances with her eyes closed- let the chemical do the work the instructions say.

Dont worry the sign has an arrow - your not so important to the camera in the sky.

This el' do- for now,... maybe.

Was Mayberry fiction-

Loose cannons rage on, I think theres a pill for that.

The reason falls short of the poison- intuition is usually right, not television even though they rhyme.

into the rhyme they go, filling the aluminum chamber called a train with music, sweet sweet music, the crowd stunned by the abnormalitie of beat-and rhythm- I find the crowds faceless affect as entertaining as the music

Theres a ghost on the stage at 28 minutes- why am I the only one who sees it-

Sometimes music, isn't in the label box- it drifts in the air like a ghost - squint next time maybe you'll see it.