2002-09-05 - 4:07 PM

Today, sounds were a little more muted and random words here and there would disappear. Red ink suddenly became dried blood, rich and alive with its own coagulation. The clouds were alive, cotton-candy amoeba beasts shifting like ocean waves and melting into the sky and each other. They were also on fire. Well, not the clouds, but the atoms which the clouds were composed of, giving them a grim and magestic glow. The clouds looked like what fire would taste like if it were not too hot.