Music:godspeed you black emperor!- "rockets fall on rocket falls"
step away from the microphone, umberto eco.
so whatever little crab coloured ball of gristle & resentment i've had in me these past couple days? i think i finally drank it to death. i don't know what the brief intermittent fighting was all about; the kosovo of my heart of whatever. i didn't really have any clue that it was there, hedgehog like & bristling, but now i think its gone; the inflamation has subsided & the guests may now retire to their chambers. narrow circular chambers that cycle in clusters of six (6). is it just me, or do :) look like goombas, not smiles? i see enemies everywhere.