tonight, I walked out onto my back porch for a smoke and had one of those intense-cigerette-dropped-out-of-my-mouth-and-I-could-sense-it-with-everything-considerations- its a little hard to explain exactly what that means or why its so important, it might have been the rain smell, but, my dangerous poets: I want to thank you. you brought back something I didnt think I could find anywhere but in trees and horse hair back home.- -tongue. in . cheek.-- thats how you make me think, my insomniac friends- my eyes are burning but I dont care. Im going to sell everything and paint in the yard. and I think I could mix you all in with the charcoal sky because right now even that dull shade of black moves me----------------------------------------------------- just... thank you.