When every pedal is active Josie coincidentally smashes into something. Thus replicating a piercing static boom that might strike you as some kind of soul. She growls loudly towards an unmistaken foe; only that who invades and stirs up her emotional scream! Crawl up the skin to inject such sonic creations if you really want a scary ghost story. I'm addicted to the noise that emits from every gashing blow she delivers.
Oh wait, I forgot to mention thats just the prelude: the real action happens when the whole family joins in together.
"The holes in my soul are bigger than holy thoughts"
Do understand I'm not trying to look and think and talk and sing and read and write like all the rest (Props as usual to those who know that phrase). Striving for the big picture, some form of end result, provokes innovation as we transform into ourselves. Along the way, I enjoy crashing myself into certain tragic endeavors. Bad ideas just need to be turned into good ones. Immature realities similarly grow up into experienced knowledge; inevitably resulting in exactly what we wanted.
I told you, at I'm at my best when I'm at my worst... or was it the other way around?
Josie's quite the story teller by the way, listen up next time she feels like sharing.
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