transcendental doggy Fieldhands are holding up buckets of crab apples and waving. I have the goldy dye of a tawny day under my fingernails. I'm going to assume that more is going than appears to be. We're all asses. I don't want to live in a pop-reference "remember the 80s?" worn-out sobby sobby palatial facial space. You can shove your top 40 angst in your Hearse-shaped head room. 000511 ... doggy oh yeah, dental hygenists rock! 000511 ... doggy Oh yeah, dental hygentists rock! 000511 ... doggy And people who blather after their last blathers are masturbators 000511 ... birdmad end. transcend. end-run. oblivion. nirvana. when i can find the moment and be through the moment, i'll have reached it. the vaishing_point 000511 ... unhinged they tried and it all fell to pieces 011024 what's it to you? who go blather from