affame_le_geant_tongue_from_the_mouth fyn gula poj linnet was usually one of those types who didn't say much. a thinker who kept his thoughts to himself, unless he was questioned or felt he had something applicable to add to a conversation. perhaps somewhat contradictory to a revolution that was self-promoting, but even the degrees of the soul had hiearchy. however, poj changed dramatically under the temporary influence of shabaz. shabbied, the dog was sick with word, and talked almost non-stop and always concillatory, especially in a situation like the present in which his leader and best friend was wallowing in self-doubt and failure. as the music swelled and poj felt the shabaz embracing him like the perfect mother, he sat directly across from cayris. he looked out to the changing landscape of bare trees and snow as the caravan pushed forward to find a place of rest and food, and then his eyes, pupils enlarging, locked on cayris's and never left. "when i do not know who i am, i serve you," poj said quoting the first part of the final words of twinkletoes-aflame before he jumped on the back of his paperhorse and burned up the mandrill alive. he knew they were tattooed on cayris's soul with a dirty needle and the subsequent infection was eating him from the inside out. "when i know who i am, i am you." he finished the cryptic proclamation and then a strange thing happened. unexpectedly, he had nothing to say because in his drug-induced state the words were a sword to his heart. he felt the sharp pain of the steel enter and as it were his blood, all the faith he placed in the development of the individaul apart poured from him like a river seeking the sea. he was pale. revelation had cut the tongue from his mouth. cayris shut his eyes. he knew they were doomed. suddenly, they both heard keggi calling out from where he led the ostrich team. "up ahead is a place to eat, sir cayris. should i pull over?" cayris sat up and pushed the window open. "good work, keggi, pull over." they both knew they would need much more than food. 030315 what's it to you? who go blather from