oh the creaking dark; sometimes I only don't connect on whatever level I'm not connecting on but still feel some deep right-to-right connectorial that just wonders me at the what of it all. changing seasons still shift me this and that a way, but soon i hope to have settled, just in time for the next shift, this time to the cold stuff falling down.

colored glass? things you bought? things you didn't? we've got colored glass all over this here, the wife loves it, but again if we're talking at cross porpoises I'm only so humane. Sometimes I have a post-buying depression that knocks my knees off my legs, but not for a long while, and not that I know that's what you're on about. Just reminded me. On our vacation in Florida we found a store with such pricingly artglass that we wobbled in our shoes and fell on our asses, but didn't break anything, we bucking bronchial tubes in a sinewave shoppe.

OK. Is time for sleep if it'll have me