Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
eleven more emails
middle of the night
craving food
raid the fridge
stuff your face
bread, honey and milk
time…… stands……. still……………
the fires nearby have rendered the sky an ill grey-mustard color. inside the apartment it faintly smells of smoke and outside there’s a drizzle of ash. rainstorm.mp3 is blasting on my laptop. Popped some bromazepam.
Christiane Amanpour’s God’s Christian Warriors was very interesting. Religion is only politics, hardly breaking news, but it was frightening to see how gullible people are.
Battlecry = Stepford.
“Her betrayal hurt me more than i dare show,
but i will forgive her and heal myself in private.”
cruel month of august is treading on sloooowly.
everything inanimate has come alive.
but the plants went to the big garden in the sky.
can’t fathom the tech mysteries of podcasting.