rockets_find_planets cr0wl i was driving home from an all-day job of preparing a garden for winter and saw on the side of the road, an animal just recently hit. it was on its back and blood was spurting from a visceral wound it had sustained. i watched it as if it had been reduced to slow, animated motion. its legs were flailing at the hair, hitting it almost as if it was striking out at the misfortune of the lack of understanding. it thinks those last few moments as it struggles to survive, i was only crossing this asphalt river to see what's on the other side. and so i discover what is contained in the motionless river of black death. 091022 what's it to you? who go blather from