cold_mud splash of orange my clouds are beginning to clatter, and you can hear them. but you don't care about the thunder these days. you revel in the fact that you're finally able to scuttle somewhere beyond somewhere beyond me. our memories are so fucking soft why can't you love me anymore? you let your final cigarette fall out of your fingers and onto the ground. i stare down, watching the tiny sparks as they fizzle out. you walk. i walk faster. i'm getting ahead of you now. you ask where i'm going. "i haven't got a fuckin clue, man." i say it like i don't care. but i do. you ask how i am doing these days. "up and down," i say. "you know how it is." you nod, because you do know how it is. but you don't really care anymore. i guess this is just how it's gonna be from now on. i guess this is just how it was bound to turn out. so i guess i'll just pretend to stop caring, 'cause damn, it's been working out pretty fucking well for you. 021013 ... jane dear cold mud, i like to feel you squish through my toes love, me 021014 ... margaux awesome 021105 what's it to you? who go blather from