hill_walk typhoid something has to be said for friends, i guess... sometimes as least. to know that there is someone who suffers in a similar way to myself.. we're really all in this mess together, arnt we. the view from the top of the hill, of city lights and cities distant and sprawling, adds its own certain perspective.. hehe. whatever you want it to be. what is love? it looks like someone spilled the galactic paint, black interspersed with stars, onto the ocean below, thus we have these densely flickering shadows of a sleeping city. to feel the scream escape your body in its fullness, stress shattering muscles cramping as i pour every ounce of strength into my breath.. descent back into the abyss, necessary for all its pangs of pain. relaxing with a ginger ale, krispix mix and orbital: the box.. great fnord hunting music.. but i'll talk of that another time. 000219 ... lokkust p.e.t.r.o.l. when it's with a fork and spoon 000219 what's it to you? who go blather from