noiseless typhoid a quiet evening. feeling the sounds instead listening to them. piping the waves directly to brain. vibrations, probability. the moon still looks full. the clouds then obscure the view. my mind still isn't here. sorry. 000122 ... abraham lincoln When the amp fades and the computer is off and my door is shut...there is still a whispering in my ear...but not a good whispering. No more pure silence for me. 010801 ... freakizh when a baby is born, the crying, the screaming is forgiven, associating it with communication attempts and life explosion. the thing, is, that when someone dies, instead of screaming, crying and begging for his/her little lost soul, we hush, one minute of silence, letting him/her to fly away right to the corners of hell, avoiding envy and future haunting. 020114 ... freakizh when a baby is born, the crying, the screaming is forgiven, associating it with communication attempts and life explosion. the thing, is, that when someone dies, instead of screaming, crying and begging for his/her little lost soul, we hush, one minute of silence, letting him/her to fly away right to the corners of hell, avoiding envy and future haunting. 020114 what's it to you? who go blather from