never has such a serendipity of instances led up to an unraveling as this. okay, and in english: shite's really happening these days, and it's all a-1 on the significance ratings. my loyalties tipple and twitter and shudder and topple all about me as i become more and more exposed. my hit points are getting lower and lower on the horizon

"no more light, no more colour"

is it that we're easy or just 3 steps ahead of the (each other's) game? i feel best about it when i feel nothing about it. and i'm sure it's mutual. emptiness you say, ye gods and ye robber barons! emptiness! well, and so it was good. a sweet red-eyed soochow blossom if i ever saw one, and the hakujin boyfriend that i never see.

cipher
cyber
khyber

by the pricking of my thumbs shall ye know them

what was i thinking as i drove along? suddenly as i listened to nick lowe's breaking glass - that everything would be ok, via the route of my becoming a linguist, a glamorous little linguistic genius - possibly billed as the sexiest semantic-ic. it all happened. now what? i'm just killing time. what do i want? nothing. what can i remember? nothing. you see, now i'm listening to arab strap.

the heavy hearted flight
of cabbage moths
the terror shiver of swimming children