take_my_xray paste! it's that feeling of counter intelligence when the sharpshooters come in and shake your hand. the twitching, my roof, all these miserable little aliases floating around. they say that when a bear gets its tonsils removed it sinks into a catatonic ambivalence much like myself in the middle of these daily nights. need a share? have some, it's not necessarily a morsel, but a smidgeon. 011215 what's it to you? who go blather from