The spider bite runs into beta reuptake inside o' her. Choosing to not give up becomes the out of body experience. It lacks the crescendo of the perimeter coverage but I like the words so I'll give it a 10.

Blink twice if you understand me, like twice in a row. No, the in a row has to be like less than 5 seconds apart. There you go . . . Mid-morning session says to go to the well, go to the well. I'm sitting here petting the dog wondering if it will feel just as good or will it feel actually better? No connection between the petting and the dwelling on what it will feel like. Gather thee sheets will you, Mae? The carnivale purports to be intracranial which is fine by me. Living within these coveted thoughts is a fulfillment of trans-conscience teleportation. It has a contra-jacking aspect to it but small price that is.

If these last pieces fall into the category of fewked up faux brilliance, I'll shrug and ask "what's new?" For me it's new found confidence regardless. Send me a kiss by wire.