i die, you eat,
I know where I am, but I dont seem to be where I find myself. yeah. Architecture has eaten me for supper like a woman. Frankenstien monsters with arms of a thousand corpse arms and eyes of a thousand corpse eyes bleeding from the fingers knash thier thousand corpse teeth and consume eachother like sumos and rats. O' this blessed hypnerotomachia polyphili of horrors, baby frankenjesus amen,Today
: work on my little nano-antfarm: site-analysis archi-porn: etc,Tomorrow
: my best friend will leave me forever and I will live out my life in tormented agony i guess.