boil_it the repeater florescent light everything is beautiful. Even, the red beads tying the black braids of the homeless woman sprawled out under the lonely dark sky's damp avenue - oozed in the thin trickles of red that was her life. Disease,war, wonderment, amazement, childhood expressions of innocence, nature, every singing snowfall, every thunderstorm, every raindrop creating its path in raw circles of swirling confusion down the lush spike of an evergreen tree, every nine year old rocking, sobbing, rocking, feeling so much pain, yet numb, repeating until he can't speak anymore, repeating, repeating, "I wish I was dead", repeating; every fucking tear that falls off his face is beautiful. And every tear that falls off of mine is too. 010224 ... 010524 what's it to you? who go blather from