jaw_on_the_floor peet i have peered through this grey mist. visible shapes speak mouthless words, these ghosts_by_daylight. turns out it is the blatant wailing of the 5:00 am alarm. and now know that i must go to my work such as it is, with one half here and one over there. and for the time forget you were ever on the other side. not knowing that i was ever watching and thinking. yet maybe thinking yourself. 111001 what's it to you? who go blather from