there is a demented transcript in the way you're wired. for all that seems one way, surely is another. and for all of the accusations made within electronic walls, there are black holes filled with descriptions.. those are the calls you won't answer. but the texts instead that you would publish. and when everything looks exactly as it seems there is a plea for something else, a nostalgic i'm not sure you want to pass, stuck in a standstill, you like the attention, you like the deception but more the lack of protection. misfired and rash you are looking forward to the bumps, gives your mind something to harbour and your body a self sympathetic rush.