Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Daft / Unconnected

That thing, I tell you, it's out of control. Runs around impersonating people, sometimes morphing imperceptibly into the background, sometimes jumping straight out of that same background at you, just to shake up your cushy world. Zaphod B said "there was an accident involving a contraceptive and a time machine" explaining the discontinuity in the nomenclature of his predecessors. The music sounds better with you. All life goes on. Medusa is petrified. Like I read somewhere, the outta control twin needs to be reprogrammed, go for it baby boy. High hopes are all you need. May God bless and keep you all right. Who will get to Anchorage? One wonders on.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Spirit

It's a pitched battle, fight.