Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, August 30, 2001

(From earlier, when my connection experienced a brief out-of-body experience.) I'm feeling loquacious today. Words everywhere. I'm feeling bouncing-around-the-room-singing-Mr-Eels-Beautiful-Blues-into-my-hairbrush energised. Of course, I didn't use the hairbrush, but I did bounce and sing. Hairbrushes are serious business, and not to be taken lightly.

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