characterized by his "whispery, spiderweb-thin delivery"

I'm listening to Clementine and Elliot's voice is that soft, lonely glimmer of sun caught in a spiral of threads and webs. It's surrounded by shadow canopies and becomes your sole light source. In pain, you start to quint. But in this beauty, you gotta stare. Of course, you forget about that poor fly shadowed by the widow.
I've force myself to write again (or been forced is more like it) and my mouth's started to form words I've forgotten. My fingers start to weave again. And I speak.
As a consequence, a torrent of thoughts have recently wracked my mind. The old building had foundations that were starting to rumble you see and I need to renovate, you see. In part, I guess, this in particular was the consequence of the last day or two. I guess I'll have to get you into the gist of things since YOU seem to be so interested.
I saw her tonight. After the long shift, we glided through ideas and aisles, and saw LOST her parent's house. She fed me baklava and I kept her warm. She steamed and I fed and cooled. I liked it. Said with a stretching lip. She thanked me and I told her to shut up. I wanted to kiss her and I feel everything's all right. Thank you.
The past year has been like nothing yet known- rebirth, perhaps ? I could see the lines when they converged and trace the back to their separate roots. At time, I can't help questioning how the fuck I got through as I now am. Writing my personal statement for med school only exacerbates it. Damn you med school.
I know- I'm random. This is how my brain works. It drifts in and out of tangents and weave worlds, but I'm tired or lazy and just wanna write the chunks of meat without the soft fat. Really, I'm doing you the favor. This is an action movie without the shitty pretext of a plot. Maybe I'm just being beneficent.
Reading again about Elliott Smith, one snip from an interview stood out.
The way I think about it is... I don't really think about it in terms of language, I think about it more like shapes. That's an interesting thing to talk about but it's difficult. I'm really into chord changes. That was the thing that I liked when I was a kid. So, I'm not like a... I don't make up "a riff" really. It's usually like... that sequence that has some implied melody in it or something like that.
Music isn't my forte, but I think I get what he's saying. A good friend's father told me once (while selling him knives of all things) that I learn spatially while I told him how I remember phone numbers by the lines and shapes the form. I think I definitely see some truth in that.
I was called a "child of the night today." I've been called a lot of things before, but never that as said. I thought of a howl in the full moon light. I've been called interesting, although I don't think I'm that interesting. I've also been called crazy. hm.

Words I hope never to forget - Every breath is a gift.
Ok. Ummm, listen to The Biggest Lie and Good to Go by Mr Smith. elliott smith
PEACE!