dreamy epitome of incomprehensibility You're so dreamy. You appear leering at me behind my mirror image. You are Ezra Pound and you want a divorce. You disagree with me about whether someone in Fiddler on the Roof said "HAL 9000 did 9/11" and whether, if they had not, they should have. But sometimes you're also my mother, and then we get into arguments. 140216 what's it to you? who go blather from