oh dear, my thoughts are slipping slowly and somewhat ungracefully into incoherance. i need a net of some kind... a big butterfly one before my mind dissolves into a cloud of poppies. does anyone have a net?
my head is swathed in chiffon...

life is so strange... everything that happens seems to be reached via a back entrance of the building and not by the way you first envisioned.
and when you enter the air buzzes with little insects of things to come, and the longer you stay there the quieter the buzzing gets, as the unfulfilled becomes less so. and when it becomes unbearably quiet, you start to plan your next route; until you realise that the map is upside down... so what to do next? find a back entrance i suppose...

I stand inside this barren church,
an empty bible in my hand,
the blank faces of yesterdays saints
stare upon this once green and pleasant land.


I lie upon a faithless altar
and count my infinite rosary of what has been
for what is now and what will be
does not touch us,
remains unseen.

oh dear, i may start being nocturnal. it would make stuff a lot easier...

blarg, weird pretentious crisis fueled musings there... sorry about that. aaaaannnnnyway, yeesh that was some weekend, sorry to all involved- i want you to know that [lady sybil] did not steal my gnome, it was a vicious vino induced accusation. but now i have flu and i must sleep and plan things. kiss kiss etc nite nite.

hmmmmm. *insert insightful musing here*
if emotions can be entirely explained away by 'game theory' (ie, them being reactions formed by evolution to benefit our chances of survival- the game) why are many of them so pointless. why do people try to hurt other people? what drives that? it doesnt help society as a collective and it doesnt help the individual. it doesnt further our chances of survival and it doesnt fulfill any of our basic instincts.