the_melancholy_and_ethereal_beauty_of_dislocation crOwl i went to the lake because i needed to gain the perspective of its immensity in juxtaposition to my objective sin. but what if it was an act in a play in some parallel world? how can i avoid confrontations without telling a lie? the truth can be poison. oh don't we all consider shoving a blade in our hearts, elliot? yet, i still look for you like a child gazes up at the stars, wondering how they got to be there. i see it all in the theater of ink and blood. 061123 what's it to you? who go blather from