Encounterisms By monster spank the opposite of lightness... being an ironic ass. imagine if smith, sylvian, and hitchcock were a pop-acoustic trio and got together to beat up lloyd cole. but the day, it was fast and it was slow, you know that. we chat about it (if not every night, every fucking chance we get). the rain, so prevalent, there's a filmy, mossy growth on almost everything, i'll try to show you later. virtual time. i refuse to hear you. i refuse to read you. not tonight. i refuse to use an umbrella, i'd rather deny there's water falling from the sky. soaked, i emerge and enter the lobby, my clothes, my being, feeling heavy, cold and rusty. Posted on: Wed, Jun 22 2005 1:47 AM