2001-11-19 - 6:29 AM

Connect the dots, construct logic out of madness. Mirror cracked right down the center, eyes flashing like a photo finish aftershock. Garbage, syrup, bits of paper with the word "peace" written on them in big, bold ink. Bright colors, no colors. Mish-mesh. And now something to amuse the bored messiah. Sparkles on a birth plate, purple, and it says my name. Wax coloring crayons, smoke that spells out words (lure) that I really should pay attention to. Blue glass, fuzzy tiger stripes, haze and mist and fog. Checkerboard bubbles with three different dimensions, three colors all burning at once. Welcome to my reality, tread lightly.