My senses are heightened, but it's not due to drugs.

My cheeks are cold - but my esophogus right down to my colon feels warm.

I hear it just like it was meant. Da funk. Da funk. Da funk.

Do you remember that dude I said I was supposed to meet up with -- like way back in the day?

I met him once in passing, gave him my number, and then I never heard from him again.

But I met up with him today again and I was really apprehensive -- like just freaking the fuck out -- ask my roommate (he's down and out with his own problems tho -- which is cool -- but I sure as hell wouldn't want to be him).

But it went so smooth. It went so well.

Just like it was. Just like I remember.

And...future? At least maybe. I think so.

He was totally sincere when he said we'd chill again. Soon.

Relationships between two non-automotons living in a highly mechanistic society -- are very precarious -- and extremely valuable.

Word.

Best not take things too quickly.

So just vibe now. Just chill here.

Sipping cheep beer. Chocolate covered Oreos. Watching Daft Punk spin round and round and round.

Old funk.

Maybe sample some old soul.

Dig through the dusty crates to find something obscure. Fuck with it till it's chill.

Because it's out there today.

Soul is tangible today.

Word.

Lets watch things start to move quickly too.