Hey, say 'welcome back'

This is a “selection” from my machined journal.. I thought I’d
already posted it @ my –other- spot, the LJ, but that seems not
to be the case.. so I guess it’s new spew!

But FIRST. A message from the Department or Redundancy Dept.

I s'pose that means either do it NOW .. or not.
I pick not. There's a small chance that I can get the stream
rolling and that is sort of a priority. Eh, the rush of words
isn't coming, let's do the post and maybe catch up.. later I
s'pose that means either do it NOW .. or not. I pick not.
There's a small chance that I can get the stream rolling and
that is sort of a priority. Eh, the rush of words isn't
coming, let's do the post and maybe catch up.. later. It
looks like another, um, interval getting no school work done.
I can stand it for another couple of days, I s'pose, but
EVENTUALLY, yknow, I'm gonna hafta get my sorry ass in gear.

Tonight tho', it's rc a quarter 'til sevenpm..
izzat write? Yep, a quarter 'til sevenpm.. I'm thinking of
Zolpidem excesses and getting to bed by nine or tenpm.
Yeah, the pill is in.
Yay. So are we done talking about school for a while?
Yeah, prob'ly. Wanna talk about the smurf?
Oooh, didn't think you had it in ya.
Well, it..
You found some links that you thought were lost.
Youth and beauty stuff.
It's still not as much fun as the vid stream.
Searchable vid stream @ that.
Y'need to get the Depakote in before it gets lost in the fog.
Yeah.. try to do the house sweeps and the MoodTracker, too.
Done.. tell me what you were thinking when you opened that
hidden window.
Well, @ first, I was JUST wondering if I'd left that in the
addy bar.
You did, and several related, um, ones.
You're daring me to say big ped, huh.
Eh, I think the REAL challenge is getting the explanation to
stick to the screen.
You're thinking the girls ARE going to go out for pizza and
whatever and that you'll get min to disregard the school
stuff.
I thought we were talking about that. They leave and I've
got the door to, um, wonderland open.
You guys can talk amongst yerselves for a bit, I'm talking
Conflict to the potty for a short while. Yeah that was good..
getting to the battle @ the Eiffel Tower and the release of
that kinky wild magic.. that's what brings Eric and Vin
together and that match gets to be important in the late
stages of Rep..
Ten 'til eightpm, I don't think the girls are going out..
but I prob'ly will hit another Ambien.. prob'ly around 915pm.
Ibetcha don't make it past 830pm.. and you'll be damn lucky
not to get knocked off and busted, somehow, for this damn
silliness.
I wanna see if you can play any of the stuff stashed in the
iTunes library.
That sounds like a worthwhile experiment.
Everything takes so long to open. I think it's coming up..
then we'll see if we've got a play all option or what de
fuck. Yeah, it's a ..dope experiment. Maybe. I've "moved"
the iTunes stuff into the mp3 player, and it'll be
interesting to see if and how it plays. It seems not to play
w/the files already loaded in the tiny box. I think I can
make it work, it won't be especially easy.. @ least until I
figger out what the fuck I'm doing, but I have great promise
that I'll get the little toy playing more like my way than it
ever has. Is that the third Ambien going it @ 933pm? Yes, my
dear, I do believe it was. I am so ready to run to the masked
preserve that I canardly stand it.
Hey, Just the slow and sloppy flow going like for oldimes
sake. For socalled oldtimes sake. The third pill is in and I
know where to find the mask, getting away from this craziness
is not going to be a problem. In fact, they'll be nearly glad
to get up and dysty vvlrsning upif wecan get some stalwarts
like loomis and Marty to go in ab roust the slaxkguards w/a
promise of eggs and pabon and have them unite againstithr
oppressor

2-9-10 @ school.. Um, yeah, looks like some doped foolery
relative above. I'll look @ it and read it later, maybe see
if some sense can be edited into it. No work got done rclast
night and I've brought the astounding anxious to school w/me
again, maybe it IS starting to swing upward.. maybe I'm
simply getting used to it, but it doesn't feel nearly as bad
as it did yesterday and Sun. I am kinda sorta half-heartedly
trying to get a li'l bitto the grading stuff. A very little
bit. What I'm finding, thru' the first couple of periods,
izzat I'm quite irritable, as in no patience and quick to
single out individual asswipes to vent my angry on for minor
missteps. This is.. dangerous, but I think that if I can
keep my outbursts focused on the kids in my room.. as
opposed to the random belligerent in the hall.. I'll prob'ly
get thru, um, unscathed. Definitely got to watch out cabin
fever, being holed up in the room w/stoonts that seem to be
growing more restless as the day goes on. I made it to
seventh, but I'm not sure that two of these children are
going to make it out. A couple of little boys that can't
behave and feed off each other's playful frenzy. It took
JUSTabout a minnit for me to get unraveled and all up in a
boisterous face. I don't feel much better for the vent;
there's a better than average chance that it'll happen again
w/the same kid tomorrow or the next day. Anyhow, it's got me
in the mood to go home and get under the mask.. but before I
can do that, I've a li'l training presentation to my Language
Arts peers after school; I think I can get thru' it in under
six min and THEN beat a hasty retreat. It's a version of my
"test taking strategy" pitch that I've been giving groups of
stoonts and faculty a couple or three times a year for ten
years or so. I can run it out in lengths from 2 min to 40
min w/ease and comfort, depending on who wants what and how
I want to handle visual aids. Yeah, I'm good.. still I'd
rather get home and NOT do anything for a while.. the rest
of the night maybe. We'll see; maybe I'll get inspired to
run another album thru' the slowass conversion.. maybe do
some kitchen funs, too; I'm certain the house is completely
bereft of leftovers,, so something's gotta get cooked. And..
who knows, suddenly the idea of pitchin' up another A Muse
post seems like it could get to be write thing to do.

2-10-10 @ school.. it seems like when I'm the house it's all
I can do to stay out from under the mask.. and of course none
of the untend is getting tended. Well, a tiny little bit's
getting done during the mainly settled classes; I prob'ly
inputted fifteen or twenty grades thisAM, mainly stuff that
got marked during class yesterAM. Rclast night I, um, was in
the office, on the computer, doing the house sweepstakes and
I checked the F'list, noting that Adrienne has put up a post
I wanna get back to and comment on. I think maybe that the
bad anxious is waning and that I'll start being more like
productive and less w/drawn and hostile.. we'll see. I'm
setting things up to take a mental health day Fri.. Mon is an
in-service day, so by the time I see the kids Tue, I'll be
ready to push them thru' an exam and the rapidly closing
make-up window. The thing izzat I think the swing's coming
back to the up side of the arc. Yay. I actually was out of
bed, messing around in the company of my girls for a couple
or three hours rc last night and then did an unmedicated
fade around 1130pm. Sooooo, I went home and went ALMOST
immediately to bed; I made a short, semi-mandatory romp thru'
the smurf 'cause the girls were out when I came in, but it
was not interesting nor nearly distracting enough to help me
resist the call of the mask. I napped for a couple or three
hours and got up feeling like I maybe shouldn't have, but I
stayed up and got some kitchen funs going. RCnow @ 1130pm
I've got the iTunes toy converting.. copying, actually, the
biggo folder of WAV files. Oh, anni called the sub line and
set up the "legal" absence for tomorrow and Fri. yeah, it
JUST seemed like the thing to do.

2-11-10.. JUST barely, but y'know form counts @ 1225AM. I've
noticed that the rc conversion goes SOME quicker than the
album to mp3 trip.. the WAV files, well um, it's partly
dependent on the machine's poor multi-tasking capability;
f'rinstance, if I JUST let t run, after some short interval,
like six or seven minutes, the Norton (whose subscription
has expired) starts doing a "background" scan which slows
the conversions down to JUSTabout the non-speed of the album
thing.. but if I simply keep the box distracted.. JUST busy
enough for the idle scan shit not to kick in, then it'll get
thru' the conversions @ a reasonable clip getting some songs
done in a few seconds.. w/345 plus hours of tunes to convert,
I kinda need it to keep moving along. Hailey set this
maneuver up for me and if I don't let it run all the way
thru' the biggo folder that I put the stuff in when I moved
it from the school's machine, then I'll hafta do the
conversion in chunks or let it start over and duplicate what
it's done. That seems mightily unproductive. So.. for
whatever reason, the iTunes started its conversion of my big
folder @ the "bottom" w/ZZ Top and it seems to have worked
its way up to Tom Petty.. maybe Traveling Wilburys. I think
that's um, maybe a third of the way thru'; if I can keep it
moving @ this "improved" rate, I think it could maybe get
done in an hour.. hour annahaf, tops. I reckon we'll find
out more or less together. Hmm, loox like Temptations,
that's progress. I don't think I can go to A Muse or the
F'list w/out slowing it way down but maybe I can get another
post ready.. go see about Adrienne's t'morrow.. later today
(Thu). yeah, we'll see. I'm going to go set up, maybe make a
short potto and then about resisting the urge to play in the
Zolpidem fog. Cool, Rolling Stones, more progress. Hmm, ten
'til oneAM.. figger I'll be sittin' up w/the conversion 'til
twoAM or so.. I kinda don't see much way NOT to get all
stoopid w/the pills w/out making somekinda "deal" w/my'elf
to do it SOMETIME in the relative next two or three days.
Maybe I could tie it to a reward thingy.. get the untend
done, or started, @ least.. really and truly, I don't think
I'm going to have much of a struggle NOT getting doped in
the relative this sitting; I 'magine that by the time..
imean socalled time (I rilly ought to abandon that cute-ism),
um by threeAM I'll prob'ly be quite ready to give up this
silliness for a few hours. So, here sits Ken w/the k'board
under his fingers.. fresh cuppa beside himorme and the iToy
working thru' The Police. The Zolpidem fog, tho' is looking
way more attractive, I'm not @ all sure why. Let's kinda
hang out and see how long it takes the tool to reach Neil in
the line up, I figure that's prob'ly about half-way.. maybe
not quite, but close enough, ibetcha. Don't Stand So Close
To Me.. De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da.. moving write along. Every
Little Thing.., Every Breath You Take..
Let's NOT do that.
Sure. You KNOW I was JUST passing time.
Oh, lookit dat.. Moody Blues.
Heh, I forgot that I'd moved the Neil folder to the
beginning when I got tired of the first rattle always coming
up ACDC.
So, y'think that's close enough to the middle?
For what?
Um, to start loading in the Ambien.
Excuse me?
Funs, dude. Funs.
Let's talk about this.
Let's put a pill in and talk about it.
Ooooh, Judds. Now, f'sure we're half way.
I'm not sure I get your point.
Okay, but I think you're overthinking this. It's 113AM, the
conversion's rolling along; I think that since we're
obviously not going to APPROACH the untend 'til MAYBE Fripm,
let's kinda celebrate the progress on the relative current
project.
And by "celebrate" you mean..
Better living thru' chemistry. I unnerstan that you were, um,
reticent about getting doped and maybe.. oh, Hendrix.. um,
maybe screwing up the data transfer, but it looks like it's
gonna get done and, let's face it, we've STILL got to keep
the machine amused for about an hour. Janis will be going by
momentarily, James Gang.. Hank Williams..
Did I miss Johnny Cash?
Yeah, prob'ly, you SAID you didn't want to keep close tabs,
write?
Sure.
Here's the thing about getting doped.. I want to be up to
call Ms Baldwin @ the school, um, around about a quarter 'til
sevenAM.. maybe Steven, too.
J Geils
Doobie Bros after a short, gassy potty break.
Definitely making progress; it's 144AM.. almost for sure this
deal will be done by 230AM; I think you oughta get amenable
to hitting a second Ambien.
I'm going to see if my robe got dry; I'm feelin' a bit of a
chill.
It did and the process is thru' the BeeGees and into the
Beatles.. second pill's in me.
I'll let it in, but you must have noticed that the socalled
fun seems to come after the third infusion.. and lasts only
a couple of minutes before the nonsense is swept away by the
flood of unconsciousness.
Yeah, I got it. Go check that roast yer tryin' to get into
the crock.
Beatles!
The point is made, we could be done w/the convert by 130AM.
I put two pills in.. wouldya JUST shut up and .. let it be.
Sure. Still Beatles @ 225AM, but I've got a slab of pork
roast in the crock annit's JUST itchin' to be pulled pork
around noonish. So, I need to keep the Ken machine distracted,
engaged, moving along for another six or seven hours while
that dish gets mostly done. @ least in a perfect world, THIS
would be the perfect situation for the weasel that is Ken..
socalled time to play and no expectations about the outcome..
the product.. except that there is or would.. um.. wouldoris
be more than when we started.
Still Beatles.. I saw you look up to Max's Silver Hammer..
now Octopus's Garden..ooh oh, I want You (She's So Heavy).
That's quite enough of that. It's 130AM, the Neil is imminent
and we can all go back to whatever we were doing before.
I was trying to get back under the mask.. Art of Noise @
242AM. I think the masses are poised, pressing to dash for
the bed and mask as soon as it looks like the mechanical
part of the chore is accomplished,
"Aint Wastin' Time No More," .. "Little Martha".. "Revival"..
Allman Bros, almost for sure.. yeah, there's "One Way Out."
Definitely AllBros. Gonna be the Neil wrap up soon and I will
dash promptly to bed.. rest up enough to get up and deal
w/the pig in the crock in a few hours.
Wait wait how did we get from AllBros to Styx? Renegade? Too
Much Time on My Hands? THIS aint write. Fuckin' 353AM, we
should be hip deep in the Neil and getting ready to wade OUT
of this morass.
Miss America.. Mr Roboto.. I protest!
I shoulda known this was going MUCH too well.. now Stevie
Ray.. I'm disgusted.
Steve Miller? It seemed to be rolling along so predictably..
and I'm feelin'.. idunno.. betrayed, 'cause I was kinda
counting on getting under the mask.. soon.. maybe already.
Freakin' Steely Dan, how does that happen? I definitely want
more dope to fix my mind around this crap.. cope and Zope..
how's that sound? Let's talk stupid.. it's 403AM, the
conversion trail's taken a wicked twist.. and "found" a
string of Soundtrack albums to move.. Grease, Forrest Gump,
Jesus Christ Superstar, Dazed and Confused.. who KNOWS what
else.. annit's after fourAM. I got disgusted and mode more
coffee and pitched in the third Ambien. In previous
campaigns against mental wellness, three Ambiens seemed to
provide the break point.. Simon & Garfunkel? You're putting
me on. There may be, really NO END to the conversion in this
sitting. The plus side izzat if this DOES get done then iota
be able to .. maybe twice as much as far as sorting and
sharing my fab tune collection.. We'll see, maybe start
putting a simple tag like A or l to indicate the sources
before conversion was vinyl, as opposed to the cd WAV stuff..
it might make a difference someday. Still circlin' around the
S mess.. Santana. Jen's going to bed. I gotta wonder if
that's going to prompt me to see how much the smurf will slow
this operation down.. it's sure not going to make it any less
interesting.
Sit long enough to see where it goes after the Supernatural
disc..
Gimme another pill.
Really? A fourth.. doncha think that's kinda..
Pushing the limits? Maybe, but we're all upwrite and got
socalled time on our hands. Get your answer, go reload the
cuppa and take some min in the potty w/Conflict.. hmm The
Calling.. still Carlos, I'm thinking. Oh yeah, Singing Winds,
Crying Beasts.. ABRAXAS! Go Carlos go.

2-11-10 Oh em gee, up, sort of @1130AM, I didn't call the
school, I have NO new messes in the Gspot, the convert's
STILL going.. it says 293 albums @ 4.8 days worth of moozic!
I'm nearly impressed. And that's mainly the stuff I moved
from the classroom machine; I've only converted six or seven
disks @ the house. Woo hoo! It IS hip deep in the Neil, @
last.. maybe get finished by noon or onepm. Hey, there's
"Tell Me Why" anniknow it's the After the Goldrush version,
'cause it's already done Decade.. yeah, and Only Love Can
Break Your Heart.. this COULD be the end of the trail!
Southern Man.. 'Till the Morning Comes.. Oh, Lonesome Me..
Don't Let It Bring You Down.. Birds.. When You Dance.. I
Believe in You.. Cripple Creek Ferry.. this could be IT..
nope.. wow, My Funny Valentine, that's prob'ly Miles Davis..
hmm, yep, Blues By Five.. Miles' quintet.. now I'm confoosed
.. again, s'more. I guess it'll get done when it's done, eh.
Hmmm, Michael Jackson @ noon.. this could be a while, yet.
Madonna.. hmm, Human Nature, wazzis, Janet Jackson? I really
don't know, the conversion window only gives me song titles,
Sanctuary.. Bedtime Story.. still Madge @ 1238pm. The count's
up to 312 albums and 5.2 days when it moves to Lynyrd Skynyrd
.. yeah, Sweet Home Alabama was kind of a tip. So, there's
still a ways to go. I wonder if the iToy sifted past the
"clever" way I'd moved the Neil into that "aaneil" folder;
there are several Neil folders in the biggo Music folder so
that one could still be the last one converted. Dude, onepm
and it's Loggins and Messina.
Closing fast on twopm.. need to get showered, Led Zep.. 324
albums and 5.5 days.
321pm, 456 albums.. 14 gigs of music to run in 8.7 days and
there's sill a way to go. Billy Joel's going in.. I'd hafta
to look @ the biggo file to get a clue what's left; I'm not
going to do that. I'd like for it to be done, that's for
sure; I can't go to a mailbox or do the sweepstakes thing
w/out slowing the conversion to a crawl. Word doesn't seem
too bad, the pic smurf's not too bad.. MoodTracker's a big
drag, Gmail nearly cripples it. I wanna go to bed. Hmm, I've
run in about 250 albums since I got up around 1130AM, that
was eight hours ago.. and.. so that's nearly as much as went
in for all of the, um, twelve hours before that. Lessee, the
school machine said ~345 hours.. yeah, something over fifteen
days.. shit. I guess I only THOUGHT I was getting close to
being done.
There's Janis.. it's Big Brother (& the Holding Co.) y'know.
Bad Co, ACDC, I rilly don't have any idea what's left..
Aerosmith, Beethoven.. maybe the school count was closer to
250 than 350 and we're a lot closer to being finished than..
eight more hours. Yep, starting into the Beethoven.. should
be all nine symphonies and a couple of strays. Count it down
w/me. Bad Co.. April Wine.. Alice Cooper.. Alabama.. Al
Green.. I'm REALLY counting on getting done w/this project
in a short while, it's 1113pm.. Aerosmith.. I s'pose that if
the sly Neil folder's been raided already, then we'll get to
ACDC inna short short and I can.. pretend to do something
else, maybe before midnight. I wonder if Air Supply went in
w/one of the earlier sweeps or if I never took it to school
to get loaded. Whatever, IF and when the big stack's turned,
I reckon I'll do a restart and give some fleeting thought to
getting bedded and masked. I think what I want to know, next
about the iToy, is how it plays the stuff I've stuffed in the
library.. like does it have a decent random shuffle or is
this a situation where I've got to pick tunes and/or build
playlists. I guess we'll all find out more or less together.
Hmm, Eat the Rich.. still Aerosmith.. Dream On, Same Old Song
and Dance, Sweet Emotion.. oughta be JUSTabout done.. walk
This Way.. can we PLEASE move on? To begin w/I'm past tired
of naming tunes and bands. 480 album titles and 15.4 gigs of
music.. Awwright! Go Down.. ACDC is in the house.. prob'ly
four or five disks from Angus and crew.. cool, I'm thinking
this gig's gonna be wrapped by midnite, unless there's a wad
of sneaky Neil waiting in the digital wings.

2-12-10 Annit looks like we're done @ 485 albums @ 15.69
gigs.. 'till I bring in s'more vinyl.. or something. It's
1217AM. I pushed play and the first rattle is Miles Davis
from Doo Bop. Dude.. some little meltdown sent me to bed for
seven or eight hours and I still can't.. deal.

2-13-10 @ 1007pm.. yeah, up from a nap. It aint pretty. I,
um, started playing w/the album conversion thingy again;
still working on Roger Williams tunes to test out the
procedure for making a cd. As per usual, the software is
being quite slow and cantankerous. It's almost as if ..
well.. one more way that I'm not having a real good time
playing w/my toys. My brain hurts. I've been .. not waging a
successful campaign against mental wellness, I guess. This is
prob'ly where a responsible person.. not ME, clearly.. would
reenter talk therapy. Evidently I'm no longer able to having
George and Glynda in that role. That's such a shame and the
very worst part is going to be getting Jen on board, I think.
Perhaps, if I take a little initiative and find this
professional on my own, then she'll be more amenable to
letting me pursue that avenue of treatment. Something's
gotta give and I'd rather NOT start making monthly
adjustments to my med regimen. Eh, stuff gets done, write?
Isn't that the pillar of my "faith in my'elf?" I'm..
unhappy.. annit's different from not being happy.
And you can't talk to me.
I can't tell which of us is the problem.
The problem?
The "one" that took FOUR freakin' Ambiens the other night..
the one that thinks it'd be okay to slide a couple more down
tonight.
Oh.
Imean, I'm sure it's me.. YOU wouldn't do ignorant shit like
that would you?
Well, fun's fun, y'know. Four, huh?
Dude, there was shit in the floor and in my clothes.
Ew, sounds messy.
Shit, real, actual feces.. and yeah, it was REAL messy.
An isolated incident, I'm sure.
I won't argue that point, but I think it's got to be, y'know,
an indicator of something seriously skewed somewhere. Another
f'instance is the way I can't approach the untend.
The string of avoidance naps.
Yeah, and y'know, it's not JUST the untend that sends me
sleepin'
I hate to sound so simplistic, but, rilly and truly, you've
GOT to sit down and start dealing w/it a page @ a time..
don't think about how many pages there are, how many get or
got handled, JUST start dealing w/'em one @ a time.
For HOURS @ a stretch.
Don't do hours, if you're not on a roll.. do SOME and then
do something else.
Nap.
That would be waaay down on the list. Cook, Read. Write,
even. Maybe go for a walk out to the birdfeeder or the can
crusher.
Yeah, there are always things to do.. clean a toilet, scrub
a sink, wash a floor.
So.. I'm guessin' that you're not much interested in playing
in the medicine cabinet tonight.
Of course, I can't categorically rule it out, but I'd think
not.
How 'boutcha see if there's a version of the Ind Obs handy.
Found it.. broke it into three chunks, the third is actually
the Malignant Seven, which tho' oft' alluded to in the
second half of Ind Obs, is a separate doc.

2-15-10 @ 105AM and this part of the programs almost
necessarily will have a buncha crap about school stuff. Oh
and there will some whining about the iToy which doesn't have
a "real" shuffle for the 3380 songs rc in the library.. It's
pulling songs out, seemingly @ random, but it will begin
w/and play the same songs in the same order.. so I s'pose
that means I'm going to hafta start building playlists. More
crap to work out later. All I know for sure izzat I am easily
annoyed and much displeased w/life.. okay MY life.. and yeah,
that sorta sums it up. I've come that that "come to Jesus"
moment. I must cop to the fact that whatever excuses I'm
making for my bad behavior, sorry attitude, my dopin', my
sloth.. It's mine and I made it happen and I can't nearly
overcome that stuff w/out the Lord's help and that means I
must acknowledge that this mess is my own but that I want him
to give me strength to clean it up. Here's what I love about
coming to Jesus.. he knows me; he knows me better than I do,
better than Jen does, and he's still willing to forgive the
sins.. MY sins. There's a real flow stopper; I s'pose it goes
on to say that I must ask for his help and be willing to
accept it. I am.. on both counts, ready and willing. And..
yeah, another and.. I'm going to see about getting the first
installment of the rebooted Indelicate Obsession posted.

And so I did. RCnow in the empty classroom.. in-service,
y'know.. the Lorazepam I pitched in before leaving the house
a couple of hours ago doing me no good @ all that I can tell,
the anxious wages unabated. Maybe if I'd come in and found
evidence that the sub had handled the classes.. but it seems
like the classes rather man-handled her and that .. well,
first period, esp, will feel the brunt of my fury. And the
one little shithead in seventh that actually cursed the sub..
definitely going to be in for some serious repentance. This
is the kinda crap that makes me not want to come to work..
'cause I'm prob'ly two glances away from getting the same
kind of ill treatment. I.. sigh. I need to find something
else that gives me as much satisfaction as teaching has, for
lo these many years, 'cause I don't want to be coming into
classrooms and dreading the arrival of my stoonts. It's going
to be more than I can manage to get home and not crawl under
the mask. And it's going to suck mightily if I come in
t'morrow having not mastered the untend.. I have no idea,
except thru' divine intervention that said task will get done.
I guess we'll all find out more or less tomorrow, eh. I say
stuff gets done, and .. believe that this beast is no
exception.. but I don't know how I'll feel if it doesn't get
done.. sure, I've got stuff for the kids and I think I can
make the week.. but.. but shit, I'm so NOT on my game and I
don't think it'd take a whole lot to bring me down.. a puff,
a whisper.


peace and hope
-km-