biting amy of course, i regret it almost immediately. this part of my delusory reality is painful because of, well, the delusions. my guess is the delusions are mixed up with non-delusions, which is what makes it so painful and/or pleasurable and potent and all that... as teachers, i guess they can show me how they've made the difference and that's what keeps me listening. (ow). 020606 ... blown cherry I keep biting my tongue to stop myself from saying things I shouldn't say. I say "things" plural, but it's only ever the same thing. Poised on the tip of my tongue, the tips of my fingers, it clamours for its escape. But I never sign the release papers. Too uncertain of the audience's reaction to it's sudden presence, and fully aware that circumstances do not really welcome it, I continue to hesitate and ponder it's appropriate arrival into the world (though it has managed to sneak past the guards once or twice already). So often I can sense the attempt at gaol breaking. So often I reel it in. Maybe not today. So next time you see me, holding back my words, fighting with myself not to ruin a moment, a friendship, know that I am only biting my tongue to stop myself from saying _ 020611 what's it to you? who go blather from