incentive native persimmon Not that I usually do but after long periods of not having someone alongside me under covers, sleeping is an unwelcome chore- but when I wake up restless, early, then I tell myself I can watch Saved By the Bell as I dress. I don't even like TV or squawking in the morning. I don't even like hearing someone else breathing when I close my eyes. What I want is perhaps a silent, malleable lump of flesh to grasp and sculpt in my undirected sleep_ruminations. Sometimes I cradle my slight paunch for this purpose. 060918 ... cr0wl sunday has its rainy, slushy way of pouring itself on me as if i were coffee beans grinded to perfection. now there's so much to put down. a bird with ink on its feet walking all over the paper. 081130 what's it to you? who go blather from