out there, three twelve in the am, 'twas clear and quite dark, i wonder now if the streetlight was out? the storm had passed and left its world gleaming in repose. me? eh.
i was in the middle of remembering santa cruz nineteen seventy nine, maybe eighty, green dodge challenger, green heineken bottles, sammy hagar singing there's a crack in the world, which i found quite profound at the time.
i am as tired as i've ever been but won't sleep till i finish ftping this thing here and change the settings and wrapping a weblog around this URL. alice cooper is singing eighteen in my head so i set jackson browne in after him, and all's, well, very fucking weird.
i'm bored with myself.
oh, right -- there was something else. mm. it was like, oh yeah, i stole this design from myself and i wasn't even done, is that fucking feckless or what?
thought so.
i am so changing that feckless logo.
holy crap. did you notice that the lyrics to "crack in the world" was one of my first posts at http://www.surreally.net/fullbleed/exliontamer?
i tell you, this must be the conjunction of the million spheres...