Déjà vu, curses foiled once more. Me lack of the educated booking has left me as dumb as dough and as enlightened as much as a blade of grass. Me spelling comes from a scrambled brain: the connectors and and synapses jumbled like spaghetti, dendrites and neural transmitters dried to the socket. It is a wonder that I can do anything, and mostly I cannot. Spelling words is a constant struggle, and I usually settle for my own arrangement of consanats and vowels. The eerie feeling of having already experienced when the experience has not eve taken place. I wish I was a human, then I would comment on the music.

lol’d