A walk, then talk – one multi-purpose poltergeist swipes ((some)) fun at the saintly nature of the cascading ((night)) skyline. A pure and preciously kept procession of intimated hearsay, architecturally conducive namely, and fucksake famously inebriated by the height of an invisible cocktail glass arises at site of mind’s might : Yes, it may ((well)) have taken a never ending quotidian of eclipsed guitar string to fill him all in