disintegrating sphinxradio there was that bad weekend, with tears and immobility. and you knew what you'd done, and you seemed to be honestly sorry. but you held that no mistake had been made. only misfortune. it's hard to see you and know that you're only humoring me these days. it's harder still to watch you move on so effortlessly, while i disintegrate into nothing. 020309 what's it to you? who go blather from