in_the_dancing werewolf dancing came, all amongst stupid spring. stupid but not evil fall solemnly seeks a mate. you know it's on his mind cannot help but be forgivably so, to the degree that you can pretend that when he asks you how your day was where you'd like to eat dinner - he's asking just that because you already know he's asking more. all that aside you let the questions stand on their own and the dancing comes too. if it's secondary to the music be damned. there's no point in fighting it, but to see what extra can come to you all among the stupid spring. what matters is not the purpose but our purpose. and so when asked to dinner do not see the stillborn pandering of sad fall the lust of countless redundant empires of son i want to be like my father or mother i cannot but love these innocently inelegant infants, who enslave me against some inhuman truth that in my younger years felt possible because i really thought in fleeting moments that i had no skin against the hard computations of light and torque in stars and music notes. do not do not do not. the dance comes too. do it because it's fun. fun to not be just a thing amongst the stupid spring and in not being a thing just being a thing. and our skin is our torque, the stars look at us with no less distance or desperation there part to glimmer our part to name as the dance comes too not stupid but not evil fall or stupid spring alone but fun both. us and the stars and his question what would you like to eat for dinner, and his real question and yes, it's admirable this endless stupidity. 050225 what's it to you? who go blather from