the riddle of the sphinxter

good morning kids. i'm still getting freaked out over little things. i curse like a mofo and the belgians above probly think i'm crazy, americain. i lose things in cyber space and i feel it's me that gets lost, drifting inexorably away toward some other gallery, er, galaxy, like those ghost particles going all unconsciously returning to their long lost home, yet i, whatever that is, am still here. i tell myself, over and over, stop cursing, stop with the tantrums, pay attention!