sweet internet access

been watching a lot of news lately. thusly, trying to suck in my diction like a gut. so it will be as elegant as a blade (itself merely by dint of being very, very thin).

last night a dream about a church that only bedraggled hipsters attended. i tried to run away in that shambling rooted to the ground gait of dreams. somehow i seem to be rising above things. in my childhood dreams of flight it was so easy. and aquatic. pumping my arms to rise uncontrollably above the trees, the buildings ... but i never used to be afraid.

at woodbury a few weeks ago i gave up my red habit. ivory, now.