radiomigrationO �����negating ouroborosO �����drivel .001O �����wasteland & further; waiting for a slaughterO �����november is a month of ghostsO �����transformations // extremesO �����ravages of predetermined snow -O �����dulled.O �����il partoO �����ne temps pas.O �����expansionistic intimacyO �����heavy cloudsO �����making cracks in the sidewalk so i have something to step over;O �����a slight dervish of mood.O �����whiplash & a pair of scissorsO �����dark rain on a sunday night; jesusrain?O �����drivel about stupid people.O �����pendulous sorrow, blooming like tomatoes on the vineO �����the crushing loadO �����wrong ocean, bubO �����even my heartbeat is smiling between beatsO �����another gray sundayO �����this entry is only to update.O �����motion in a still lifeO �����lump in my throatO �����dwindleO �����strange weather patterns, and calm windsO �����outsideinsideO �����peevish narcissusO �����shift_O �����exhale slowly; grin a little.O �����bad weather patterns in my lungsO �����response to Dreamland;O �����the waiting game.O �����dog day journal, part one;O �����a quickie;O �����my larynx is an empty box & a hoarse moth flutters out;O �����rooks & knights (rb8+! nxb8)O �����uptempo, catch the downswing & ride it till dawnO �����(+sadphonic)O �����[click]O �����a bit calmer -O �����roughly meaningless.O �����violent piano wishing.O �����lonesome late night, punctuated by the flare of wet matches & hairbrush tugsO �����szerelem, szerelemO �����sadness comes when you start to miss memories that aren't yoursO �����disaffectation; or, knowing an entry sucks and not being able to do anything about itO �����a duel of doves, a murder of crowsO �����riding the biorhythm's gentle increase like a rollercoaster; expectant and breathless, wishing. something.O �����the second star in orion's belt has gone out, but the light from it is still travelling towards us, tonight we look up in surprise, it's gone outO �����in pain.O �����a Jill entryO �����redemption is found in an empty glass of lemonade, in the powder at the bottomO �����tongue-sword unsheathed, doing battle with a number of grendelsO �����atlas escapes, and the world levitates.O �����human sextant,O �����sunrise, a beautiful throat through which all of the souls of the world are regurgitated fromO �����a few steps short of the Romantic Ideal, that's me!O �����seawatersalt&no surprises.O �����devoured by insects, and other sundry tales sure to semi-fascinate youO �����upchucking&other such things.O �����it's a hanging kind of nightO �����l'enfant terribleO �����derelict ships sail placidly in the thick night skyO �����fantodsO �����women & the universe speak in tongues i can't comprehendO �����something i'm sure is close to the inversion of gravity;O �����eva cassidy sings autumn leaves. inside, i am all jagged horizons and crumbling buildings; it's raining on&off, clouds diverge and reconvene wickedly over the sun - this is the landscape of my heartO �����dreidel that always lands on 'nun'O �����eyes closed, foot tappingO �����hearts stars cloversO �����discovering eva cassidyO �����poor Noah, he stepped out of his Ark and God laughed and sent the rains again!O �����an interval of grey;O �����clearing my throatO �����the great HollownessO �����in short, i'm irritated and misanthropic. so if you don't think that's what you want to hear now, don't read this.O �����in seriatim; quam quam stultior.O �����blugalooO �����Jason�O �����mindless ranting about stagnationO �����punchdrunk;O �����crazy dogs out tonight, bayingO �����exeunt depressioO �����sometimes i don't think i'm worthy of my skeletonO �����in quarantine;O �����the screamer rendered furiously muteO �����i am the meteorologist of the heartO �����early morning wake-upO �����a horse, champing at the bitO �����the only thing this night is missing is the mournful sound of a train-whistleO �����inhale, exhaleO �����the Western LandsO �����and jonah swallowed the whale, bit by bitO �����squinted eyesO �����a __________O �����night-wakeful cyclesO �����you'll see, i'll be amazingO �����personal entropyO �����sunburn, peelingO �����change in the pocket of my jeansO �����the phenomenon of a loose tongueO �����no tongues here, only welts on the skin and gaping red mouthsO �����if it snowed, it couldn't be more appropriate - weathersky is down, kiddies, and the chalkboard is snapped in twoO �����soleil decouverte a mes mainsO �����eleison, ma mere, eleison a votre compagnie et vos filsO �����OWO �����i am near to the centre of the revolving roomO �����a mild claustrophobiaO �����staccato heartbeats give away the true rhythm of the nightO �����new anthems to breathe,O �����c'mon, talk to meO �����shit, so THAT'S gravity?O �����i have so much nostalgia for a past i never livedO �����i wear my heart on my sleeve, my clothing is soaked with rainO �����sunlight in through the window with a radiator's hissO �����an inevitable horizon. looming. look,O �����to the tune of lassitudeO �����new iterations)O �����the night tasted like fruit and we bit into itO �����lemonade on the lawnO �����the sun is not a horse you can rideO �����cerberus' head unfurls in the smoke plumesO �����sehr gut?O �����gray-muzzled skyO �����cottonO �����anatomy(explanation 001)O �����i dissolve into morsecode, dot dot dotO �����interregnum-disconnected;[zilch]O �����wolfhound dreamsO �����seeing the shadowO �����i will evolve past thisO �����i live in a house painted by magritteO �����corey's glovesO �����everywhere you go ... "O �����i am not don juan-quixoteO �����a deluge of blank polaroidsO �����daylight saves, just like JesusO �����i am productive & settled.O �����i am waiting for the downpour to ceaseO �����bright eyes & switchfootO �����the war in me, or, jack [in.the.box] comes outO �����discontinuedO �����stop-stop-go (red lighted arrow turn left)O �����spiderwebs accumulate in the desire-cornersO �����only slightly relevant to the matter at hand; digressiveO �����obscenityO �����oh, ain't that americaO �����the blinds have been shut. light leaks through.O �����the backyard is missing something -O �����black trenchcoat, $9.95O �����"your hands are so smooth...O �����go fly over a building, supermanO �����ah, pucka lipsO �����je parle francaisO �����endymion stopped dreaming?O �����it creepsO �����with a capital RO �����coastal disturbancesO �����backstage, the war begins firstO �����and ten centsO �����i reinvent myselfO �����i listen to the days getting slower like a rubberband unstretchingO �����the failed alchemist of wordsO �����some dark & black loathingO �����jongleurO �����thomas edison, couldn't you have left well enough alone?O �����coaxing a thunderstorm from memoryO �����one more bottlecapO �����i suddenly seek a new forest of innocence to hide inO �����symphonies of wakingO �����& when it melts?O �����white short-sleeved shirtO �����o frail loneliness, you are not what emily dickinson spoke ofO �����juxtaposed with the unseasonableO �����the Howling bombdropO �����forty words &/or no winksO �����enshrouded, a blizzard of ghostsO �����adjunct to SleepO �����first?O �����