I want my trail to grow over and disappear, but now someone is reading it.

Escape and Evasion through the subways of time gone by	On second thought, maybe I'd rather be dangerous	Inside the gingerbread house, the witch is waiting	Watching your girlfriend asleep
Weak and desperate from decades of commuting the djinn would barter all for coffee and a friendly ear	all lost lights limped on into the limitless dark	So, you want to change your hair color? Read this first!	Remember I'm awful, in love with you
For the god threatens and punishes the stupid men	Hearken now, the darkness comes	Were there nine moons above your head? Were there none?	I love you too
What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.	May 4, 1992	Pigs have good noses	Short women, stand tall
Of course it stops raining	Cloaking Spell	Icicle	stride piano
progress	Bluebird	Who's Next	how striking is the world, how careless and full of desire