February 14, 2000

I'm scattered today.  It may be the hour, or the day.  More like the mood.

Change the music, the words are slipping.  Everything is a drive in the rain lately.  Smoke filled rooms and layered smiles on asphalt.  Take me away somewhere pleasant.  Not that this isn't divine.  It's merely overwhelming.  Pretty party faces all in a row.

Is 'assream' a word?

Be still my heart.  It's Valentine's Day.  Go forth and multiply.

This place is a dangerous jungle.

Goodnight.