of_houses_left_with_not_a_stick_unbroken crOwl i seldom say no, unless i'm giving to you or your sisters, then i'm begging for another half hour. "i'm a madman making christmas presents," i told you, half drunk on port, already. you needed a ride back to robin_hill from snowboarding and i was passionate. whatever the fuck. i think i could live in the woods. build a stick hut and sleep on moss. i think i could live in a goat shed with an electric heater. i think. i listen to sigur ros and i think of the times when i had a father to be honest with. i actually think i would have told him my lie. no, i wouldn't becuse he would tell everyone without realizing he did. and still i wonder if my teeth are white enough. 061220 what's it to you? who go blather from