I was once prompted to speak on what I do not know and chose to close my mouth and scribble on sticky note in palm lyrics to song and a psalm for a blessing and tribute to old ways and elder gods of the hearthstone and every time I flicker my cigarette I think of the ones passed on and no longer with us. A eulogy I suppose is what I’ve been thinking of. One that never came and the only one I want to share this moment with is gone. Even in Death, the tricky are parylaying their states and the living dabble on. So I’ll ramble on and continue with praise and high tirades into monotony and more scribbles and cool poetry and many playlists, with many a song.