Title: wasted \t\t\t\t\t\t\t \t\t\t\t\t\t \t\t\t\t\t\t days are stones messy clumps of mineral mainly metamorphic ping. times pickaxing plops raw familiarity into our streams of conciousness the water runs rampant there polishing each senescent stone into a selective remembrance the water is mucky there now, children so don't drink the water the putrid and foul taste reminds you that we are to blame. Some artwork to come perhaps...? enjoi friends.