i had this thought today, or it had me, it wasn't mine exactly, it may have been a stray, i thought, words conceal thought more than they reveal. how would we convey thought without words. gluons. gluons may be like memes without the human freight. there are things that pass between us i have the vain impulse to try and transcribe. you got to use what you got, or lose it, gnome sane, and i got words. like sex, i've sometimes bemoaned the urge i got. anywho, where's it all going, you may say. home, eventually.