it must be a sin, to keep inflicting these poor obtuse observations onto this tablet of ons and offs. and it makes me think that it's time i went to the storage place and dug out the many stained wrinkled notebooks i accumulate while the old ones are in storage. right now, i cannot support the continuation of this cycle because - ah - here is a vessel waiting to be filled with my silly nonsense, like a cashier who grits her teeth and assures you she'd like nothing better than to hold your hand as you walk through the aisles not quite knowing what you're searching for, only knowing you have to spend your little dollars to try and fill the empty place in your soul.

so, though i beg forgiveness, i have to tell you how the sky right now is science fiction blue, like the soulless abstract paintings you see in articles in business magazines - a dime a dozen - with geometric multicultural business men and women with briefcases and diagrams and dollar signs stationed on curving earths they overshadow, populated by trees that look like a fall evening and march in formation before an even
blue
sky.

and i apologize. i have to get some paper.