omens werewolf every song on the radio was talking to him. sometimes the message was cryptic and exciting, othertimes all too familiar and saddening. most people would scoff if he told them the decisions he'd made because of the radio, but most people couldn't explain why there was a world at all, let alone why the radio couldn't be talking to him. he didn't see how he could look at a rainy day, or a black helicopter hovering over an uncalm sea and take it impersonally. 040109 ... marked . 040130 ... u24 any more to come, werewolf? 040311 what's it to you? who go blather from