morphing ok, this isn't aimed at anyone in particular ok, ahahahaha... it's just my... head... talking.

sometimes at twilight, midway into my workday nightshift, my brain takes a break, like, it bounces out of my skull and skips its merry way to the lakefront where the wind and the water combined are about 30 degrees farenheit. it doesn't mind at all that it's late fall and it might freeze to death. *shrugs.* i let it. my skull can use a little... airhead time.

empty now, i bob my head to the closing credits of 'the last texan.' kinna seems like the latest offshoot of 'cowboy bebop' and 'trigun,' the man with the three guns. japanime techno is sweet harmony. i wonder if all anime dubbed american will always be derived from some reworked urban legend or other, perhaps from some dream that everything and everyone really is an island and the seas have dried so that all walking is now across desert.

the new desert is a terraformed mars, a wasted earth, a blisterless wilderness where towns are separated by a day's 60 mph drive or a weekend's walk. and in that journey, your skin never darkens, your face never ages, you stay exactly the way you were from origins to dusk. liquid to water your salons, your pubs, your bars has retreated deep under the sand, its access near-impossible, its price inestimable. with no seas to part us, it is a mystery anyone still goes on.

ah, here comes a-hoppin' my brain. time to retread quick, repetitive reality.   ¶ 12/08/2004 02:27:00 AM