I don't even know where to start. I just got home. It's been a long day, full of thought. Last night, i was thinking about my brain. Like, picture a brain, sitting on a table. Where the hell do the thoughts go? Is the ball of matter just a bunch of compacted words and images, or is it like.. a shell, hollowed out, with a bunch of things floating around inside. It intrigues me. When you die, is it just like the power went out? like "DRZOOOOOM"(Thats me pulling the plug on my laptop, which totally doesn't work without a plug). Idk, the mind should be the 8th wonder of the world, although I think Leroy is. Anyway, Tunage for you.
What We Have Known / Joanna Newsom
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