Descent being the Godflesh track kicking up on entry.

Walked the Brimingham. Picked up a Euclidian bit of wood on the outset and played the bridge Live as PPAC for a bit. The Chant And Polyphany of The Decay. Pittsburgh rots around me and few notice. Salty. Pitched the instrument into the Monongahela when the set was complete. A distant sploop, and gone. Nothing. Quiet.

Def Leppard stuck in my head. Photograph, specifically. Roommate is damaged, awake, recovering. I'm going to be VERY hung over tomorrow.... nowhere near where I NEED to be outside of the mindset. Location is off. We'll see how come the workweek. Currently, there's an affinity for hard industrial crunch with a weakness for 80s glam and nobody to share it with.

You'll have that.

Spinning, listing, leaning- rather literally- to the right. Still in pants, about to rip the boots off, the jeans off, the eh off. Relax and pass out and fuck responsibilities, you only live "once", right?

Yeah. That's what I thought you'd say.