december 7, 10:00 AM. There I was. Reading a book and thinking about
a special lady(she with the "flames dancing in her eyes"). I'm sure,
twixt she and me, one of us, just as in the film Day of Wrath, wished
the other dead. I didn't want hear to slap me, so instead of making
some overture, i begin poetricizing in poetrifications of my readings
and my romantic intent. Bad science; mad invention.