more coming soon. a grand opening, a grand facade, a grand face to face the music to. the song playing reminds me of christmas. it is nothing like christmas, but the strange associations we make make everything okay in our thinkings. smooth as apple sauce. smooth as anything blended enough i suppose. we can all become baby food to blend away those worries that a facade could never afford us. we need to get away from ourselves sometimes. who could we be apart from ourselves. reckless nights, and over stressed moments are distractions worth savouring. we need extremes like a pendulum to keep us swinging. if you come too close i might knock you with my arms flinging. you'll know how big my box can be when you know you bruise too easily. i'm sorry i don't mean that, and i promise if you catch me while i'm sleeping you can tie my arms down and get to know me on civil terms. maybe you'll find that without these flailing limbs i can be quite open once you dig in. on second thought, i might not tell you where i sleep. i'm afraid of the ropes you'll use to keep me in my seat.