freelance_whale cr0wl trouble your good soul with the raucous call of morning life is long enough we will put this flesh in to the ground again. stretch your limbs branches upon a tree i'm picking your fruit i'm drinking your tears in my tea. bells are ringing! birds are singing! humans are bringing gifts to you and me. 091114 ... freelance whale hah! this is just what i said would happen. well, that's good right? you should know what's up with that. i was waiting over here for life to begin and you were my sunshine. 091115 ... cr0wl on this first day, i look out the window, the one in the farmhouse that is lined with blue bottles that each have their own glass ball containing the letter of all those who live here now or used to. K K B H G what do i see? indian summer. wishes granted. 091116 what's it to you? who go blather from