an_inconsequential_page_from_your_life crOwl as if it came loose from its binding and fell to the grass. you find it, pick it up. it's been rained on, that's for sure. a lot of the ink has run like blood from a wound. maybe your soul when the plastic knife was thrust into it. a waking pause in this breathless existence he's been living lately. he looked at the paper as if he was staring cooly into the big picture and he realized everything is necessary. even the rain. 050528 what's it to you? who go blather from