in_the_shadow_of_tall_buildings log burning fire she comes from london. we think that is so romantic. she wears etro. she rides the metro and helps strangers find words for crossword puzzles. she nuzzles me for no reason, must be the fall season. a log burning fire she desires. 021003 ... log burning fire we dance, leaves in the wind. i, um, found a sweet gum leaf i liked, very colourful and shit. so i picked it up and wrote a shakespeare quote on it. the day shall not be up so soon as i, to try the fair adventure of tomorrow." chill good little children. stif boys. trippy girls. 031104 ... jane i am made insignificant by nineteenth century architecture in this city that is so many times my age. i listen to radiohead on the ipod i don't have, which is to say it's playing in my head. walking down the street i feel like i'm drowning in strangers. it's lightly raining & all smells increase. i smell the food vendor whose scent seeps into my nostrils & makes me crave the meat i haven't eaten in to years. i smell a man's cologne who passes me leaving a trail to follow. i smell the moisture in the air. i smell mud. wet concrete. smell is a catalyst for nostalgia. even anger is eclipsed by it. i am angry, or i was, but i think i'm okay now. i'm going to buy a birthday cake and pass by some stranger who will smell it. i'm going to buy something comforting. i'm going to buy my happiness & you can't stop me. 031104 what's it to you? who go blather from