fallowness me? -> typhoid the stench of cold decay not of falltime but of winter. stagnant water in a scummy pond. flies procreate then die for lack of anything better todo. hibernation from the machine. 991222 ... tourist to lie untilled unfurrowed as a small childs face laying with Mother Nature marking natural time till in some distant spring discovered by the none to gentle plow opens your rich loam and places fertile seed within for keeping marking natural time as sun and sky unfold the blessing flowers bloom with bees carressing till the fruit is full and ripend in the autum harvest comes seed is gathered husks are flung on the feild to lie through winter merging with the soil again marking natural time 001019 ... silentbob a very weakerthans state of mind 001019 ... . . 050305 ... dandy to rest in a little death feel the new wild take roots through your loam settled by the masseuse fingertips of rain. the forest doesn't look as far away or as old as it once did instead of a contact cinderella scrubbing over this thin bedrock, scrub bush is let loose like braids unplaited in a pleasing tangle 050306 what's it to you? who go blather from