#086 - Moonshine (Static)
That again, with no warning sign … Nor any noise through the grapevine, There comes a familiar fantasy of mine. - Damp and heavy the air, in this heathen shrine. Tip, tap… just one more step over the line, I stumble down, struck by the Indian sign. - Icy shards sting and crawl along my spine, Nerves overloaded and muscles sore, I whine. This time, I wish to see the Nebraska sign! - Eventually, it all resolves, in a beautiful sine. I take a cautious step, along the curly spline, Then to an endless jog, on a bottle of Klein! - How dumbfoundedly do realities intertwine … What a fool was I, thinking it benign. Lesson learnt: Never hold cheap a glass of moonshine! - Quad Damage
Techniques: Fragmentarium, Pixelmator
Soundtrack: Andreas Vollenweider - Down to the moon