once_again silentbob i fall and cannot get up and wonder when i will land and wonder how hard it will hurt when i do and i read words that speak to me but they are not mine, they could never be mine and i suck them up like with a straw neon green or flourescent pink blood looks really realistic in movies sometimes, shockingly red, the kind you know they couldn't have just used a magic marker on. and it hits your eyes and you attract like a lighthouse in a storm if i could have coffee with one person i would compromise my convictions to do so. when will i land? 040930 what's it to you? who go blather from