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Sick of Man 8:23 p.m. 2003-09-12 Tonight I'm here, in the dark, alone. This is what I'm used to, the quiet hum of the air as songs fade, the reverberating chords and the slowly dissipating sound of tortured voices singing. In the dull, in the deep, in my own mind things are simple, despite the hailstorm muddling things. Sound shuts out time, music breaks thought and builds these barricades, these unstable, temporary, indestructable fortresses. I wonder if what they say is true, lose one sense and have all the others become more powerful. If it is, please take my eyes, and my nose, remove taste and touch and leave me here with music. What will happen when I go deaf? ` back & forth |