seven.dot.seven

After one year, words are still missing.
I'll pay another tribute to Adolphe Huxley in substituting them for music...

"Black Velvet, if you please..."

Words are missing in moments like these.

"After silence,

that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible

is music."

Aldous Huxley.

...In loving memory of Velvet Bagheera, 7.7

Who the fuck is gonna call me 'Evil Goblin' now?!