if you take it too seriously i really will be just talking to myself

Fox Mulder stares wistfully at the poster on the wall	Dream Repeat (or: Existence Is the Dream That Dances Endlessly in the Echo Chamber of the Sleeping Mind)	hate has no home here	and i am a hammer
in what way may i touch the truth	Like dating the Mongol Horde	Back To Black	We don't write 'round here much anymore
It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear.	overhanging the market