the hardwood floor is screaming out my name in single syllables. begging for our mordicai to be layed out upon him as though he were a slab at the morgue. talking about how snake-eyes seem like rings of yellow fire. talking to me about god's space-ship. lying to me about many-eye'd argos, or melek-i-taus. i can never keep track of it when other people are lying. pam slea made a funny joke about long term joke gwen, & i was all short-shrifted for a witty retort. i mean, other than "you believed that crazy shit." pam was talking to me at the wedding. i don't expect it to amount to much. but i gave her the cd i had intended to give to cortney, anyhow. mostly because cortney hadn't returned my phone calls in a while. so i wrote that off. there is only so much long suffering i'll be party too, you know? as something that is famously left, i've got to keep some kind of rags for a cape. i did end up seeing cortney, but pam was a champ, for that weekend she decided to be pals again. she deserves the mix. it is pretty decent. mostly building to the crescendo with "jupiter & beyond" from 2001. because some nights, it is all i listen to. the monolith from 2001 ranks right up there with h.r. giger's aliens, for film characters i feel a kinship to.