2002-10-10 - 10:20 PM

Perhaps I am a robotic kitchen appliance, a blender, whizz whirr, a lovely machine to grind social formalities into a nice thick paste, a mush to spread on crackers and serve with lousy movies. A blender stuck on high, blue electricity dancing out of the socket and going unnoticed, blue electricity jumping between the synapses in my brain so that my thoughts come out as white noise: fzzzzzz, we interupt your amusement to bring you fzzzzzzzz a complete lack of interest. F..z..z..z..