give me a T...

like a gust of wind in a wildfire... or cyber storm in this case... whatever that means and where it brings us remains to be writen... there are many rivers to cross and plants to breed indeed... to be organic or not to be doens't seem to be the question for you... most of us don t seem to know what we want but i guess it s a good to know what you don t want... seems like you mama didn t raise no fool and i feel fortunate to have met someone qualified who isn t bending over to the organic propaganda nor giving up pride for cash (and i'm not praising anymore... just impressed) ok now that my first paragraph full of words is done...

feelin' it...

y lonely invisible friend... i have left you hangin' in there for a while... eatin' by myself... listenbin' to my repetitive mind... but like a faithful dog waitin' for a bone... i'm always here for myself... call me crazy... stupid... whatever makes you... story of a parasite... feedin' off... feelin' the eat... keepin' alive... ther's a fatburger down the road... street... alley... stooney balooney... remember that... remember this... memory is all we ve got left...

tordu...

tout est tordu...

trop...

il y a des jours sans internet... et d autres avec trop...