illegal_whispers squint i can hear through doors the whispers are illegal the pills shake into his hand lying flat on the expression "palm" I have shut the doors to keep the waking reality away and in between in our living room i am molding my own perception a constant awareness growing vague and dull at its edges rough torn parchment of my reality. they trade medicine or thats what it really is money and drugs... to support ourselves on this delicate membrane we scatter footsteps upon. our lives are a lot like today where we have to become other chemicals to feel balanced on our constant tight rope life. 020724 ... phil today 020729 what's it to you? who go blather from