ABSENT WITHOUT LEAVE:
“What the hell was he doing till one O’Clock this morning!?
He’s away in New York, he’s away first week of the holidays,
I could’ve killed him! He gave me no break, rode off on his
motorcycle, just left me. He doesn’t get it, disappeared off
to work at the crack of dawn. First I saw of him was in bed
this morning!”
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Hey Karl,
Here’s a cool video by this band Health from America. I think I heard you say that you liked them. Love, Cari
The soul beneath your feet still mourning to be free.
Your fingers say: let be!
We move on till the night has gone,
It’ll leave us home.
Unique sprits clashing so close to harmony.
It’s always only just a little push they need to…
(this is) the indescribable way of existence
between reverent faith and decadence.
The light is starchily slipping away
until we understand on another day.
Regards M.