Beyond Selidor

It's that time of year again...

( All the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open )

As the year is about to end, I'm going through my old organiser and trying to work out what I need to transfer. I'm an incorrigible scribbler, and the book is full of random quotes, brain-vomitings and other stuff that make absolutely zero sense unless you know the context. I decided to transcribe some of it here, because it amuses me.

( Consciousness streams unconsciously )

This is my song for 2011:



Google the lyrics and you'll understand why.