B.B.C
I have opened a new emailed and called it B.B.C. I've stopped now, I'm here instead, not knowing where to start. But the radio is on (6Music - BBC), wee man entrenched in Epic Mickey 2, I have tea, I have heat, I have weed, there is plenty of bread and peanut butter. When I spoke to my therapist about speaking out she didn't like the idea that I hold things back from formal investigations because they were unbelievable. All of its unbelievable its starts in unlikely and ends somewhere far beyond current scientific understandings. I could never come up with the right alternative and I wrestled with it a lot, thinking and rapping with it over years. Everything always comes out like the stutterings of someone with significant brain abdornmalities, sometimes it seemed very apporiate and I went with it and creeped people out. A restart and giving up on Chrome and a premature search for Pulps new single that was playing when things st...