says bokonon. so it seems from this cubbyhole. i have a memory of reading ‘the lone ranger and tanto fist fight in heaven’ as a young child…i think i was in third grade, it was at Zack Morrow’s house. I read it falling asleep, and didn’t know? until last night when I came home from working with Timothy at nearly midnight and found it in Mariah’s homework stack…I got to bed at one am with a lot more memories then when I started.

busy busy today…busy busy busy. If I were Patty Griffin I’d be making pies…but alas Patty, itsnot so! I’m going to busy myself off now. I have PHP to tackle! /cackle. not half the respect you deserve T. not quite. later m’kay! it’s a date. just you and me! I’ll bring the chocolate n’ chilis, you bring the skypearl cloudwater. We’ll sit and converse, as disbodies often do. And the sunlight will burn red and bright, the breath of our air gasping in shudders of delight.

Yes, a sit will do it. on the tabletop, we watch the way the rocks drop. and slippery green of your eyes will scour the sand, calling up so many midgen tendrils tucked in trickles and traphounds, in burrowseed and sorrowbought.

those greensies you come with, suerrin, those gressnies!

Mom is going to send me the rest of the Anastasia books as long as I hold them for her until later. If nobody has seen these books before they’re FANTASTIC. The author is Vladimir Megre, I already sent the first one I had to owen, he will appreciate it i know.

you can see the Anastasia site here, order books, and read some sections too. Have you read any books that you feel comfortable utterly believing? Post here and tell me which ones, I’d love to read them too! =)

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I’m gotten fair amount of sleep I think, but my dreams were very disturbing. Something about a war…but I sleep in this building, and wear a uniform. Kind of like work. I’m down on the grass level, outside, stalking. Somebody turned on us, he fired at me…only he was too far away, and they fell off my skin, he floats closer, and I take off running. I run and run and run until I’m high up inside another large building. He floats up and I push the encounter into close quarters, I tighten something on him/it. And he can’t get out of himself, he starts to expand, it looks agonizing…he is blowing up like a balloon, and the look on his face has turned from dumb placidity to mealy, gentle horror. My insides scream watching his torment, we both think he’s gone too far, it’s over the edge…I fumble and grasp for him…something clicks, and the pressure is released back outside again…he passes gently down into my arms and I carry him back to were we all sleep. I lay him down on a cot, and he looks peaceful. I hurt. Someone yells at me to get my clothes on, I yell back at them and wake up. 20 minutes to get to work.