derecognition, like the Chronicle, that's what i've been reduced to. not even a B level group or organization, that's what i am, or am not to the one on my first page. she doesn't know, never knew, and never will know the crush i had, long hair, constructive and destructive capabilities. can use a hammer, which in this case is good enough in my scheme of things. mscl memories of better times, of people i knew, how it fits, how it works, how the scenes blend and mix and reflect and refract and double up among all the different things. rain falling like water from a hose connected to the faucet next to the house with the white picket fence keeping the dogs from playing in the yard.