orange pumas are orange even with no lights around

2003-02-22, 8:55 p.m.

i went outside, maybe to check on the rain, and to feel the cold outside. it was too bright under the porch light, with the shadows of the flowers cast opposite my body, but i could hear the dripping of water. i walked out, into a frigid blanket of dark air, so i looked up into the clear sky. stars, fogged up by my breath, a smoke machine formula and these are sparkling high schoolers in the hotel ballroom. i could see the planes, making their own stars of red and blinking white, shifting heat and covering up the dark matter that smears the recesses of space.

i think i need to write something else right now, i could possibly post it, but eh, the ebb and flow of readers is reached a low that turns me off, to say the least