if there was a spiral notepad in my brain, we finished watching Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead today. which probably provoked me to analyze the ultimate absurdity, myself. yesterday, i rhymed dont you remember how i metered and timed it was only december im laughing from the stomach, a jolly mood one might say. im also lost in word whirlpool im create, merely a character in a play. did you pick up on the different tones? im also scitzophrenic.