for your neural walls and plasticities

up he went, off my left hand and through the second story window. rescuing cobwebs, a small blown-glass pipe, dreams we could not figure. but he succeeded, and maybe that meant more than anything else. trivial pursuits, discussing possible public access shows in which Andrew Bird plays the next door neighbor. birds flying though a cracked front door, pigeon, toucan, toucan, and then we establish the lack of logic in my speech pattens.  at the very least we wish you a merry christmas, the rest will come with time.