It's blood that soaks this cloth
It's cloth that covers this table
It's blood that soaks this cloth
It's cloth that covers our eyes
I've just sat here all night with cloth over my eyes. A thin cloth veil.
At least I downloaded some great music.
Gah, my mind is mush (perhaps some type of oatmeal concoction that is initially dry, but you must add boiled water to the mix to moisten it up).
Nothing profound (not that anything I type actually is profound, just self-serving attempts thereof).
