i always have trouble blogging nowadays at mister's house and since i'll be his guest i don't know how much i'll publish. it may be partly my old old pooter but it more likely is fucking at&t who i see lurking up and down this alley and in the basement frequently and who leave trash and the door unlocked. 

that said, life's the same, we're moving in stereo. life's the same, except for my shoes. life's the same, we're shaking in tremolo. life's the same, it's all inside you.

the word "is" appears as the coppula, as the sign of equality, and as the expression of existence. 

el w.
tractatus.