Panopticon

this is how hard i'm rocking on the regular

Don't know that I like you, tumblr. Do know that I like mockery.

sup, perfect beat for the moment

Tumblr, I don't understand you. But who doesn't know how to dance, just a little bit.

look at me, all posting the ill rap vids again

call the police, there's a mad girl in town

I can't figure out why this song is so right right now. Life's a funky ride though, isn't it?

Things are beginning to take form, or at least my interest in that happening is increasing. Still needs a symbol, but I'm working on that, and more than anything else, I'm associating myself with a lot of other symbols. I want to write more, and will, and I think even just that is an interesting improvement. Write me, see what happens. See how the divorce between intent and action happens.

The way I wear mine, in front of the ears, so they can be pushed on and off the ear with ease, lets some sound in, but doesn't block the rest of the room. Just now I noticed that when I smile, the jawbone moves, and I can hear the music all the better. It was a long smile.

Been watching way too much '70s asian cinema, even if it's been more Shaw than Toho. Need to get up on that Nikkatsu.

New perspectives, eh?

most road trips.

Cameras capture light, and any type of catch involves a bit of serendipity. Photography's so much the sport of the fortunate.