french epitome of incomprehensibility Mais oui, toujours! Euh... parfois. 140609 ... raze i remember how to count to twenty. after that the numbers run out. they reappear at forty. they take me all the way to seventy-nine. then they're gone again. and they don't come back. i remember random phrases i taught myself because they made me laugh. (the pig is in the swimming pool.) (the pen is in the blue sky.) (i am a cat. you are a frog. this is fantastic. i don't understand.) i remember pickles. windows. hello. goodbye. there's only one thing i remember how to say that means anything to me. (i_love_you.) 250925 what's it to you? who go blather from