behold Pilgrim The flood of the Sensory washes over the Synaptic Net and Strains out the chunky bits from which I Assemble My Conceptual Reality. All I can Ever Be Aware of is All In My Head. After 21991 Days of Breathing I Still Wonder What This Is. 130201 ... PeeT fucking pilgrim returns. thanks be to the blather gods. 130201 what's it to you? who go blather from