we_boys_dangle_on_afternoon_swings fyn gula there's something pathologically addictive about the idea of reinvention. it's the narcosis of perpetual newness. never stopping. never standing still. and so, there we are, dennis and i sitting in the cafe at the monroeville borders. due ragazze belle, discovered in the distance, sit down beside us. they look at haute couture and speak fluent italian. who are we now? learn a second language. definately has its benefits. the present moment is more complete than any future. piu completo di qualsiasi futuro. i love life. i love this world. 020720 ... karasu when the angry mob took away the tire and shortened the rope, he knew the day had taken a turn for the worse leaving was now a viable alternative, if only he could find his car keys he scanned the crowd for a thin spot and found it off to his left, clotheslining a teenage boy and his grandmother to distract the rest the .38 snub was stll on his ankle, and the dagger still tapedto his back if it absolutely came to iy, but they couldnt help it, something was controlling them which was his clue that he must be on to something escaping long enough to regroup was the priority of the moment 020720 what's it to you? who go blather from