hooray_for_thee_moon farmfish in i went as the usual mornings of me stint in thee city take me, by thee hand i'm not holdin', a child, not quite out of university, a dream not yet finished. french roast, bitin' nostril strong she is already, creatin' her magic, even as thee jangly-jingly bells announce the arrival of thee fishboy, as if it was actually a surprise. me loves the sound of whishin' swooshin' espresso 'chines prispressin' me liquid s'shine. doesn't even touch me lips yet and already thee mind is racin' and pacin.' lookin''bout, it's all me friends, wavin' and thee such. and so me's a standin' at thee counter tumblin' stray coins through me fingers, when gazin' up me daydream o' gracious wakefuness is shattered into a 1ooo or two, could be a million, pieces, for thee very velocity me senses are slammed. "can i help you?" she asks. but, basically me is a puddle, you see, on thee countertop and if i'm goin' to speak now, it is me who will be findin' a way to peel meself off the washrag. 020212 ... egger ..... 040406 ... birdmad we_like_the_moon 040406 what's it to you? who go blather from