shell smashed. juices flowing. wings twitch. legs are going.

listening to the same album all day at varying volumes, just one of those things, an ear-worm-hole, and subsisting on nothing but a single cup of earl grey tea, the temperature declining at a fixed rate. it is a lie, but theoretically sound. fighting with shakespeare, forcing him to say things that, while true, he never meant to say at all. (measure for measure's isabella was clearly a survivor of previous sexual assault, perhaps incest.) incidentally, johnny depp is to play j.m. barrie, and i've just achieved a higher state of enlightenment. soon i'll be having tea with mohammad.