Blip Blop

Sonic vibrations are inherent to me. I rattle with the wind in the trees like some Stravinskesque scarecrow, Ok? And the backfire of the old red- used to be red- truck that is orange and rusty now- the one that Old Jeon-no-that Old Jeon's grandson Brando drives, when he's going to go cut tree branches and spend the money on lemonade but mostly on a new swamp lite- that backfire is an inherent bass thump in my brain.
*blip blop* goes the shutting-off computer, but in my head, those are the first two notes for a digital symphony.
Digital Overture: 101100010010010100010100010010101101. That's just part of the first movement.
Ouch!
Its hot.