What a fucking travesty albums can be, you stick material memories on them...and then when you lose them, they're gone forever!

My mind's an album too but with a difference. One day it captured eyes, her eyes...that is one memory I could do without but no, it just wouldn't go, just wouldn't go especially when I am in the higher rungs of consciousness, her eyes would stick there, even if someday I went insane, they'd fucking stick there, fucking annoying.

The hearts a picture book of images one doesn't need, burn it