i love it when blue says fuck you to grey. but in the end you know grey will win. thick fat raindrops dripping on the pavement as a gentle warning, like ‘caution! grey marching in!’. and blue sadly withdraws. rain crashes in with some illustrious lightning. lovely. what happened to storm watches by the way? they used to be hip, or was that only so in the 90′s gay scene? (kp)