sigh … machine …. wired hardrive conscience … tv saturated morality … desensitized blind stumbling …. eyes the very essence of jaded warmth …. green or blue depending on my mood … Tristine would say olive green and baby blue …. crayon reading that she is … i presume this …. i don’t know what i am right now … just that things are changing …. and i’m dizzy from running, dehydrated for lack of substance i suppose … my grammar is getting horrid …. hell, i’m writing right now without thought to those formal guidances of english …. the form seems to be truer to my thoughts though … fragments and observations … lots of descriptive fat …. i do love bread on my freakin’ chicken ….