carving lizard i always wanted someone to carve their name into the desk i sat at. rows and rows, of names. each desk belongs to someone, but then to everyone. i wanted a visitor during a long and lonely class. but my school was too afluent for that. no one dared to carve their name into a desk. on my last day there, i carved my name into the desk with a razor. i didn't want another dreamer like me to be lonely. 020603 what's it to you? who go blather from