warmth splinken "California", by Billy Bragg and Wilco 010613 ... splinken er, "California Stars", i mean. and it's really by Woody Guthrie. 010614 ... hey now! dont let the world bring you down. not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. remember why you came and while youre alive, experience the warmth. im not sure i got the lyrics right. anyone want to help me out with that? 011211 ... Cicero tonight tonight! we should be together! the weather we could weather and the warmth concentrate 030425 ... argo I thought that he was always hot for me, but then I realized that he liked to lay with his laptop on his belly, warming him up when I wasn't around. 030425 ... birdmad Enduringly endothermic for Eternity and an Extra day 030425 ... mcdougall I always wanted to experience first hand a trip through the wash cycle in a washing machine then follow it up with the tumbling warmth of a dryer. 040312 ... colorful goth stay by the fire, be warm-- no, no do9n't get too close to the flamwa. they're dangerous; smoke can kill you. stay by the fire. smoke can kill you. 041111 ... no reason is what i value most in a person is what i miss the most in a person 111121 ... kerry if i lie on the red couch, lie flat on my back with no pillows, sometimes louie will come sit beside my head, or lay like a sphinx, and look out into the horizon, glancing at me every so often. he stays still as i move my face closer to his chest where the fur is fine and soft, two warm tan splotches interrupting jet black. jackie compared him to a seal. his nails are black and his paws smell like corn chips–it’s the bacteria that makes them smell yeasty–and his belly is totally hairless. when he’s frightened his ears become narrow and slide behind his head, and when he’s alert they fold into perky triangles. he’s very sensitive; if i’m crying he comes and sits on top of me. he might rest a scratchy paw on my chest. when i yell at the TV: don’t go in there! c’mon curry, get it together! oh my god rewind-rewind-rewind! louie becomes quite concerned. he stands guard beside me, still as a statue. he stares with his black eyes. and he shivers a bit, for flair. i appreciate the concern. but what i prefer is lying in bed on my side, reading, with louie curled up against my belly. it is like cradling an egg until it hatches. 220108 what's it to you? who go blather from