and_a_punctured_condom_in_a_crooked_tree baby satan in which all of your fears combine and dissipate and regenerate and...you can guess at the rest of it. in which it is discovered that our hero, while still undoubtedly beautiful, has been abusing narcotics for far too long. less heroic. slightly more neurotic. in which the looks we are given are either given too much weight or discarded like the contraceptive we are currently inside of. in which everything is exactly what it seems, and everything is bullshit. in which everything is simple. there is no itch, nor is there any desire to scratch. all actions are motivated by nothing. none by any. nonebyany. you will have noticed by now that this is no ordinary condom. 010622 ... megan and_the_stress_of_knowing_there_are_better_things_out_there 040303 what's it to you? who go blather from