Feeling odd today, so listening to BOH to cheer me up.
Ooh, I do love the golden yellow below.
I used to see the night so anxious, but now I know:
The only thing it ever taught me was a grand illusion that comes and goes.
Still fuming about my malfunctioned mixpod.
Somehow, despite its elucidation, I like the word 'fuming'. Something about it's spelling is quite nice and I like the way the word sounds on my tongue.
Okay, bye guys.
