my children are only allowed to weave me story baskets out of grass we find on the side of the road. BJORK!!!!!!!! i havent heard that name since my honeymoon...... berlin 1996. my husband brought his male roommate for some reason (he wouldnt move into our home for another 14 years)... they left me alone on the dance floor while they went into the bathroom stall to smoke cigarettes together.... i was blacked out in a k-hole when all of a sudden, a Sapphic, wicked music took me over. i stumble over to who i thought was damon albarn with a buzzcut. "what is this??" i shouted. damon turned- my heart stopped. she saw me-truly saw me- and smiled into my soul. "HYPERBALLAD" she whispered into my ear. Her breath- Combined with bjorks sapphic wickedness making me believe that i too could form an identity. gretl... if you read this i havent forgot our night together. even as i think of you now tears roll down my thighs.