i dreamt of flying on a sunday morning going into thursday unto eternity and stop at the shadows of my home. with my head bent twenty thousand degrees i swallow the air as i pass by. Swallow the air with its grime and left over acid-rain. Swallow the air with its fear and smog and unholiness. Swallow the radioactive air and prancing like a loose-cannon-geiger-counter while everybody is spread-eagled-plastic-praying.

Alcohol at night makes you vampiric in the morning.

But its ok, where fine, say's Indigo Girls over the radio and i cant see how it is with my head being hammered with "dang! why did i drink last night?!." Yeah, its ok though i am swimming with hangover on an heliocentric lagoon of artificial light. Yeah, its ok to talk to headless corpse with above average IQs. yeah, its okay to take some life out of me with sticks and sticks of cigarettes poked in my eyes, ears and nose.

Im plugged in the internet running on ninety six times slower than DSL. Got to download some love. Got to download some peace. Got to download some understanding. Im falling in love with a P4 machine.

see you later