More of the same today...writing, writing, writing till my fingers bleed. Darkness at my left shoulder, the wind at my right. It all somehow makes sense again - this web stuck in between my fingers. The illusive gray tangled mass -I only need to decipher its code and then I can unravel it. Master Smith permeates and controls my mind - synapses singing..."hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the ghost again...down on my knees and my hands in the air again...". Over and over - bleed me dry - its hopeless - the words will never come - they will not set the right way. Too much coffee, Ive swallowed a whole pot today...my usual morning madness has now leaked into afternoon and early evening and Im shaking from a caffine overdose. Half a pack of cigarettes gone after one extended conversation with Shayna. We've decided to make a notebook - a colaborative effort - for the sake of posterity I suppose. We always talk in crazy circles and Im drowning in the afterglow or aftermath, Im not sure which. Such silly little girls we are.