router typhoid watching packets flowing through(ing) droplets of information bubble scorn needs want no pain. telephone rings through the hole in the rain. mother cows sleeping the ride to spain? 000308 ... andru235 from here, to there, and back again oh the routes oh the routes we take from certainty to doubt one returns to certainty how easy it is to forget to remember! yet, nothing is changed in its absence. or rather, everything is changed; no, nothing. everything. nothing. everything. wait. eventually it will come. oh, how i know that. oh, how i don't know that. oh, how not knowing means that i know. that i know i know not, that i know not that i know i know not, oh. oh the irritation. wait. what, do i look like a waiter? like an appointment apologist? what, do i look like an appointment apologist? sorry, but i said i'd say that at this point, no? there's nothing wrong with that, yes? no? everyone has their (-)path(y)s. 050913 what's it to you? who go blather from