white_noise grendel ghost voice between the shifting pitch and pixels 060703 ... TheJunketeer the silent, ever-persistent hum that slips between the synapses firing blindly. 071116 ... raze back when we still had cable and my tv was more than a blank-faced box collecting dust at the foot of my bed, i made the mistake of watching this movie alone in the dark. it wasn't the best supernatural horror film i'd ever seen, but it did the job well enough. it got me wondering about what i might convince myself i was hearing if i spent enough time listening to tape-recorded static. when i was almost ready to drift into a dream, what was left of those murky thoughts took the t-shirt i still drape over my old acer laptop to keep its glowing shoulders from bathing my room in blue light and turned it into a dead teenage girl. she stared at me with eyes as vacant as they were wide. her long brown hair split into two thick vines that grew in the wrong direction. she was wearing a purple shirt. i can still see her face. i don't think i got much sleep after that. 220812 what's it to you? who go blather from