languish moonshine You think I deserted you like the rest Maybe I did I had my reasons Things I wonder if anyone else will have the nerve to cast call The remeberance Of rotten things That I can wish maybe forgotten Photographs I ve reclined to the trash Words I refuse to say Voices that make me want to scream Reflecting insults Dissected Mirrored images You've had better, well so have I... 000907 what's it to you? who go blather from