scrambled mon uow there is a mess in my head 050321 ... mon uow or my head is in a mess 050331 ... lotuseater greetings again. so, here i sit, thinking casually about robots (casual robot cove). a pile of scrambled eggs is a liar. i have been trapped inside of a glowstick for a while now, the chemicals are starting to burn my eyes. just like i imagined nepal... chillums and golems. a burning ember falls from the mouthpiece, leaving behind a yellowish trail of imagined glory. water worms and viscosity dramatically drift sideways and out from beneath the sofa. that green glow is hurting my skin. amphibious nature and bisexual lemmings taunt me with their sweetened kisses and their columns of elastic joy. my brain is nearing the breaking point: freeze, snap. expand. contract. blood collects in shapes spelling out my social security number. 050331 what's it to you? who go blather from