obla luc simonic knitting factory 04 30 05 i kept wondering where i would go off to and what it was that i could get for ten dollars and 5 bottles of red bull and singer, you can't get it all out try as you may. lose some of this and gain some of that. pebbles and marbles, water and oil. so hard i hardly saw you close to the last drop close your eyes head back and out over the church goers up into the rafters and mixed among us. the sound, of a voice or two as if we had something for your wenching lungs and if they should collapse who will offer you a hand and drink? simple words that not even you can spell out on a day like this when tomorrow always offers peace, resolution, and return to harmony or death.