got_it_right bijou still haven't figured out what all those imaginary things were, those pushing-driving hot hot desperate, what? desperate what? what was that need that made me squeeze my fingertips tight to my palms? i wonder if love is the absence of those things. it's easy? there is something thankless in a wish fulfilled. 030808 ... i_o (red) / u_r (blue) an accolate i will never acheive 030809 ... c "Yes!" 070626 ... cr0wl word on the clock says, "it's time!" or was that a cuckoobird? but the sun has left us and i don't know where to find it! 090216 ... unhinged the sun is above the clouds where it always is silly we are in the returning arc inching light years back towards the sun soon she will be strong again 090217 what's it to you? who go blather from