dear_nicole one wrecked angle i wish that this foxtail stuck in my fur would fall out and take seed. _this_ foxtail. instead, i fear, i will by force or time or choice simply wander on. i'll collect more burrs, as i always do, with varying degrees of cling. and finally one day you'll fall away, landing gently on a patch of dry hardpan. i know that this is only what i see, and the grassy field i once wandered will flourish without my braying, without my piss and vinegar. 110718 what's it to you? who go blather from