the_fake caite she sits with them on the art deco couch in the starbucks where she wades in the water with them swimming around here laps and laps of intelligent mindless conversation she looks interested head cocked to the right eyes beady and flickering wondering if anyone has found her out to be floundering wondering if the condescending looks will come her way if they know she is just a fake 000804 ... somebody . . 000805 ... the ancient and terrible grendel grendel approaches ready and willing to throw himself upon the blatherbomb to see what harm may come of it (besides, as the t-shirt says..."bones heal and chicks dig scars") that and i'm firewalled all to hell 000805 ... acidshank the fake feeling i have been getting all night feels so good. i wish it could go on forever. so fucked. 041126 what's it to you? who go blather from