oh the summer... passing on through like a pound of fresh organic buffalo meat; maintain readings at the slow roster regimen, looking for a word for maybe my friend Nico or Eric: say, how-the-fuck-do-you-say-j'something/poisson/avec-ahh fuggit... summer slumps a squish on heavy. "Meh". Good people week. Frost long gone/the heat brings us back to speed with a wine of warm crackle and the yellow tired leaves. Maybe everyone has issues but you? I dunno. "Look H O T" says the galpal on my answering machine. Say no more.