see_yourself_in_a_crowded_room cr0wl nodding your head absently to the dj's earnest attempt to describe a sonic hiccup, you decide to have a drink made for you but not drink it. carrying it around to disguise your revolution against oblivion, you nurse the baby inside your mind and refuse to tell the lie you don't need it. 090611 ... unhinged the brooding sad girl in the corner all alone, maybe writing in a notebook or texting on her phone. 090611 ... pallor she is the one i saddle up to, remarking that Samsung has passed apple with technical aptitude. she regards me warily, until i buy her a tequila. that's about all i'm going to tell you. 130123 what's it to you? who go blather from