Spew lapew... you know, like pepe'. O.k., this title will make sense to no one but me...

Bad connection, the internet failed. In the meantime we've had words and propositions and proclomations, accusations and condemnations. Liberation, mutation on mountain tops and in courtrooms. Falling in line with the sky and the tide, we put ourselves in loopy, happy, fucked up situations. The monkies wonder why while species die just like leaves on the oak tree of the mad season. We've got books and movies and t-shirts designed just for YOU. We've got cheesburgers and caviar and moonlighting wine dances. Get a granola bar, have some cherries. While we wander through the ether with razor fins and miniscule fingers, affecting what we think we know, the collective ego manages to thrive, on the verge of everything and nothing. Is the sky falling, or is the ground just getting closer?

K, so I don't have anything to write at this point, and my internet service isn't working properly. Leaving for the weekend... bloggy bloggerson (me) will resume blogging on sunday.