sometimes this blog feels like its just for you. the conversation we can't have. but still do. like the criptic twitter messages sent, which you didn't get, these words mostly mean nothing [to you]. this does not refer to you. you think its you, but it really isn't.

Did you notice? I tried. [and failed]. the goodbye-less departure, from me, from there, and here. the line was crossed last summer, but slowly we're working our way back. or maybe that line's just being moved?

like a freshly cooked french fry, its great at first, and even better a minute later. but 3 minutes down the track, you're left with a salty mush of potatoe, drinking anything to flush it out of your system.

like a cat and a magpie, the chase is on form the beginning, the magpie out-manouvering the cat, until it sneaks up behind; JUMPS!, grabs, devours, and wins by 70-odd points.