000000 #human my whole demeanor (reading Delany makes me want to use fancier words; "life" just didn't seem adequate right there) seems to be expressible in lower case. i'm neurotic; not Psychotic. I'm bright, not a Genius. I write journals, not Novels. I have these oily, slimy suspicions about how i'm deluding myself, but no Revelations. Still, it makes me feel a tiny bit (and that's a lot, sometimes) better to type sometimes. (but does it Save my Ass?) (Does my Ass even need Saving, or in that, too, am I lower-case: it soothes my butt.)