she could spit in the eyes of fools.

show me a picture or tell me a story, please? things are a little bit awful, at the moment. i mean, things were good, too. kaitlin didn't have work so i was able to go to alex's show, which was fantastic and amazing and great. kaitlin and i have started communicating without words. well. more without words than is normal even for this particular tribe. of course, i suppose non-verbal communication is easier when you're mostly just expressing disapproval, or silently meeping at one another. we'll know we're good at this when we can plot genocide without speaking. i'm tired.

tell me something dangerous and true.

there are things that i would like to give back to you. a song, perhaps. one with which you once strongly identified, maybe with which you were even a little bit in love, but that became associated with a certain time, with certain memories. not, necessarily, unpleasant ones; merely ones that prevented you from listening very often, anymore.

i think the past is too big, sometimes.