Low Tempo Baselines
Another 777 challenge from my current WIP (same WIP as last time)
Low tempo baseline let Alexa drift, but not too far. She wanted to play some Nirvana, some Pretty Reckless, maybe even Cat Power or fucking Jonny Lang, but Alexa knew better than to get too sad with her music. Never helped. Didn't wake her up. Didn't help her stay alive. Only kidnapping, only blood for the god Cantos helped.
Her mother was the picture of health, save for being a slave to parasites. God, the non pathovorous one, has some fucked up plan, Alexa knew. But what.
Alexa looked at the time. Wasted opportunity: she never said a word to her.