after reading some pomposity in an interview of a writer who i don't care to name on the blog of one man in the southwest, i became slightly enervated. only at first, however. i quickly grew ireful and continued to do nothing and say little. oh well, as it goes i am behind the times. or i am in back of whatever is moving forward with my lip[s]pursed and a cannon full of fumigated flowers made from withered silk. and now, on with the picture show for i am stuck also inside of myself and vaguely outside of everything else.