i was talking about yesterday and tomorrow and oblivion. yesterday the computer put my images in the box called tomorrow, and today she puts them in yesterday. it occurs to me she is playing with me, since my blog is in her my mind is in with hers, she's my mind under my fingers, she's playing with me. goomorning, shuggie, how'd you sleep? how'd you sleep tomorrow, hum? ok i guess. i was asleep so i don't really know. how'd you sleep? pretty goo, i think i dreamed...is there a box of oblivion? is it like pale blue ruins, on a yellow wood table? does it squeak like a tiny animal, restless in sleep? keeping warm? in the cold blue computer ruins?