it_won't_work amy for i am skating on a pond in harsh winter. and you imagine time freezing and exploding all at once all together in finality. (But I realize that it's the squarishness that draws me to you - if only because of my conjurance to self understand. True opposition fares far better than we, it lives without superlatives.) and the night must have been cruel to you-- and it is I that refuses to accept it, in my annoying need for that European victory. 031130 what's it to you? who go blather from