checking bunnymen

there are times i...need to believe the squawking sits there for a reason. what the hell are we groping for? i would say
to fall down and feel it. i

still believe. i'm just not sure uncertainty is the only part i have, a whole (the loveliness being it isn't whole at all, but rather hole).

and somewhere, somewhere, the passcode is "whorl."

and--there's more to this. some days, Some return.