  I've got the coolest brother ever. Chris just left, dropping by my new urlLink Shuttle X computer. The 80 gig miracle the size of a shoebox. True, it had a 200 gig hard drive, but the size was somehow a little too powerful for the system to handle, so says the master.
Then again, with all my .doc and .mp3 stash combined, I'm hardly dipping into 5 gigs. The little silver system goes nicely with the blue LCD lights on my new mini-stereo and new blue cordless optical. and all the lovely b&w nudes on the wall that act as a fitting backdrop. It's an aesthete's dream come true. Concision and seamlessness. Don't tell, but I pointed my toes for the first time in a month just now.
No, not hard. It's still telling me where the limits hold me to. But god, did it feel good. Just to crack my toes and flex... ugh. I just looked at the scar, and I'm feeling faint all over again. This ain't yo mama's surgery. The blue-black scar like a dying worm in an evaporating puddle. Something death-like about it, that's for sure. Getting all my old files back that I went a while without is inspiring me to spend time tonight naming and reordering my universe.
Very Old Testament, I know, but it's necessary to put this and that into place, to dub each with a name with my Queen's wand. And a pleasure to shut up the house once again and indulge in yet another plaything for my senses. I dreamt of a song last night... and I'm prepared to look through hundreds of unnamed songs until I find it. It was paired with an intermingling with the cast of the Sopranos. And you all know who I was fawning over.
A touch depressing, so I present it as urlLink a link and preserve the site from the darkness that may color my blog. Eliminate the text altogether? Well, sure. If I had something better to do in place of idle chatter, the verbal equivalent of this clattering on my keyboard. Liquor and cigarettes already having been delivered to my door along with my new computer, things can only devolve from here. Yet concecrating my place among the literati, soggy with drink and delusions, is an end one might find romantic.
If they're me at 15. Songs taking me back to Italy. Others to London. Some back to Barbados with Amy... Free travel for a cripple. Found the song! " urlLink Thru and Thru " by the Stones the dog sniffed it out 
