we_are_all_connected fyn gula on this red planet, it is our many thoughts giving birth to words that cry forth the joys and pains to be alive. we are sentences. we are exclamations. our eyes tear with ink and blood writes the alphabet for unlimited dictation. 030607 ... birdmad i connect only with words as tenuous as spiderwebs in the wind substance, relevance and significance are things i only grasp at and rarely seem to catch 030607 what's it to you? who go blather from