"so climate is blood"

I woke up this morning and spoke with the crow, who handed me a thousand gasps. A windowed sincerity. Genevieve and I wondered if some birds tire of the lack of variation. Or, perhaps their shifts are too small and vibrational for us to know.

We tentatively decided that, for Halloween, her boyfriend Khris will dress up as Robert Palmer and we will bring a harem of 10 - 12 women in black mini-dresses and blood-red lipstick, showing some serious leg, a la "Didn't Mean to Turn You On". Fish nets. Guitar hips. Slick-backs. It's gonna be amazing.