December 18, 2002
A piece of flesh for you little twinkle and a piece of fruit for your after meal pleasure. Let it wash down well and let it settle with calm before that sly snarl reveals itself hovering above the saliva dripping off your chin. Your crooked teeth battle with words about to form, ready to be speared into an auditory system designed to determine whether it's a plus or a minus. Searching the up and searching the down the waves wash through a cloud of judgment, slowly being filtered, deciphered and revealed once again as though nothing had ever taken place.