drinking on sunless beaches. & now i dream of a full night's sleep. i havn't looked directly at something for days. my brain feels like a rock fubled about in a otter's paws; used to smash & fragment shell fish. fluttering wings remind me of nothing so much as detonation mechanisms. the words coming out of my mouth read like omission; gauze flavored, leaving everyone else impregnated with nothing. i listen to sigur ros because lyrics already sounds indistinct to me. but i am a soldier. so off i go, trundle trundle.