this piece of machinery fascinates me - it's a music box of sorts ancient jukebox - the opposite of my eve would be a silent night & coincidentally this song plays in a random video i find tangled in codes in the web - time being, hooligans muttering outside my door, bellicose from beer consumption - hellhound was on my trail - this soul is not for sale - Jeffery are you lashing out?--why so wreckless, folks? = my time is unlimited & my roommate is a nuisance - truth be told - but such is life in college town - i can zone out & hold my own - sounds fun guys -