is scary, but he seems to have his head screwed on straight, common-sensical
style, presenting what seems to be very useful information in a cant-free
way. one would do well to keep an eye on what he has to say, methinks…
NINEAEM… what a glassy cornucopia
this is. it makes my head wander in several new directions. like sideways
testing testing with a big fat post
blogger’s been giving me a headache. my archives won’t republish. apparently
I don’t have the “permission” for it. it’s just rather aggravating. it’s
sad to lose the archives. makes me wish I knew more about html and all of
that business. I thought the point of blogger was that you didn’t need to
know that stuff. much.
music! I like it. Listen.
i say, to be sure, nothing’s as it should be.
hopjacks are flooding the airstrip with bad dreams.
apparently, i’ve been riding other people’s trains about the ‘scape.
my hair is all deliberately in flux, wavering and wobbling
dancing monkeys fetch me all the things i need or desire,
whether i want them or no.
that’s just the way things are these days.
giant scissors reached down from above and snipped a hair or two.
otherwise, there’s nothing to say…
people keep squinting at the air, as if to say, “why?”
the ladies and their game pushed everything back, but