acquiescence unterwelt surrender resignation 010628 ... paste! i've stuffed the peepholes with your pureed organs and sawdust. nothing can stop the night train, my locust swarm. the moat is filled with acid. archers are prepared to fling monkey poo and arrows of light. there are stuffed clones of the king all about the countryside. it makes no difference what you do; your every step is mapped and swallowed. 010629 ... god i stuffed some peeholes with lanterns and camaros and everything under the sun, but still i long for something more than spiders on my face. well, maybe. anyways, it was a lovely casserole, and i'll return the dish itsself after i wash it and after the sun goes out. horse + taco = glass of pee. 040928 what's it to you? who go blather from