"I know what yer thinking: how can I not know (what they're thinking) if all day every day I'm hearing every thought of the two men who run my house? That's the thing, tho. Noise is noise. It's crash and clatter and it usually adds up to one big mash of sound and thought and picture and have the time it's impossible to make any sense of it at all. Men's minds are messy places and Noise is like the active, breathing face of that mess. It's what's true and what's believed and what's imagined and what's fantasized and it says one thing and a completely opposite thing at the same time and even tho the truth is definitely in there, how can you tell what's true and what's not when yer getting everything?
The Noise is man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking."
And now my blood is pumping and I'm thinking: "this could be good, this could be good, this could be good....please, let it be good."