Taste: the bitter, dirt tang on the near throat back of the tongue of chocolate aftertaste
Touch: just this side of asthmatic, tightness in the chest, collaspsed breathing and stung thighs; running stairs
Smell: musty cleansers, a hotel in a Victorian castle
Sound: hearing the song in your head, Abney Park "I ride the steamtrain to work; just like the one my father took."
Sight: lighting effects: dusk - the golden, elven gleam of green moss on urban tree trunks
Extra: a troubling dream of antagonistic partiers including a girl in a baseball t-shirt and no pants with a trimmed goatee of pubes; and then a transcendent moments I'm shooting into the sky, golden sparkles fall all around; I am fireworks or I am Phillip Pullman's dust in the night sky as seen by the amber skyglass; do not ignore your influences; we do not exist or create in a vaccuum even, perhaps, especially in our dreams
Touch: just this side of asthmatic, tightness in the chest, collaspsed breathing and stung thighs; running stairs
Smell: musty cleansers, a hotel in a Victorian castle
Sound: hearing the song in your head, Abney Park "I ride the steamtrain to work; just like the one my father took."
Sight: lighting effects: dusk - the golden, elven gleam of green moss on urban tree trunks
Extra: a troubling dream of antagonistic partiers including a girl in a baseball t-shirt and no pants with a trimmed goatee of pubes; and then a transcendent moments I'm shooting into the sky, golden sparkles fall all around; I am fireworks or I am Phillip Pullman's dust in the night sky as seen by the amber skyglass; do not ignore your influences; we do not exist or create in a vaccuum even, perhaps, especially in our dreams