on_the_12th bijou i think about what i'm going to say next. you remind me of that feeling i get sometimes and can't articulate. it's that thing, sometimes it comes right to the front of your brain, the tip of your lips, you almost got it. just about to figure it out. but you don't even know what the question was. how can i hope for anything when the things i want are imaginary? they don't have names or words to describe them. does that mean they aren't real? electricity and gravity were real before someone named them. 030110 what's it to you? who go blather from