fleeting thoughts glide through my headspace

silent urges leave me gasping for depth

throbbing headaches burn within my soul

apocalyptic visions dancing through my troposphere

an angel peeks out from behind a rock

her gossamer wings shimmer in the sunlight

rabid rat thing aibos chase down frisbees in the park

crystal clear water cascades down from the treetops

yes, i ran out of things to say again.

favorite tv show line this week:
"dargo, tell him who his daddy is"
"I'm your daddy"
- farscape - Thanks for sharing