post-ette.

i know what a sextet is, but i'd rather not say.

mister musician man, do what you will with that. ;)

a blogging phase has begun anew. perhaps i'm confronting feelings. perhaps i'm just avoiding work. whatever it is, i suppose it's good to be easing back into it.

my pocket geographical dictionary is a well-worn friend, indeed. labour law miracle on dasht-e-lut with an umbrella and a cup of tea. light snacks, light showers, good reading.

currently: bare feet on cold stone. giving a post-laughing fit listen to three marlenas by the wallflowers. that jakob dylan sure is sexy.

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its about time: http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hWbNh6saqZIrxx6sUHmwdZDcMeBQ