located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

take a sad song - make it better

the little creatures inside B’s head are beginning to turn into boring little monsters that think about consequences, wake up early and pay bills. apparently, nobody told the silly little creatures inside B’s head that the best thing to turn into is jellyfish.

the little creatures inside B’s head are trying to fill the empty space between the outside and the small fragment of self that’s unbelievably scared of all the wrongs in the world and hides beneath the molecules. they mostly do it with pretty songs.

the little creatures inside B’s head are trying to figure out chaos and build roads of thought.  but some thoughts speak strange foreign languages while others don’t say a word and run away in their kayaks.