equations raze flowers + digital = subliminal this is the equation you've come up with. it isn't written down. it's something you say. a gift you give me with your voice. i thank you without understanding how the arithmetic works. it seems to me you can make anything add up when you displace numbers with words. you're limited only by your faith in the veracity of whatever thought you've shaped. there's so little i'm sure of. i know a greeting can also be a goodbye. i know time and distance are the true villains in every story worth telling or being told. i know an apple always tastes better when it's cold. i know where i want to be and who i want to wrap my arms around. i know one day i won't know anything at all. here is the only math i care to comb through anymore: you + me = us 260510 what's it to you? who go blather from