all_the_rest_is_bach's_fugue farmfish if the flowers slumber on their stems, i am not that angry. i am still happy for even cyclamen bloom on the kitchen table long after the leaves yellow and fall on top of the cat's head. not all see the beauty. do the chosen? i want to be chosen. led. one umbilical cord has been severed but oh so many fucking more are attached. to what? to where? to what you believe in. i do believe in more than spooks. i do. to where your passion exists. i will pick flowers even as they have died, for in bella morte we see why their lives were so valuable. 011221 what's it to you? who go blather from