saskatoon raze i'll get on a bus to see if fate bumps me into you, and pluck strings that aren't attached to anything, that hang in the air. a woman who hates the beatles will give me a candy in golden foil. i'll know what it tastes like, but i won't want to eat it. really i just want a cold hotel room so i can be comfortable wearing a long-sleeved shirt indoors again. 131202 what's it to you? who go blather from