picking startfires always leaving me with nothing to say warm to the touch appalling is the pull that smiling greywhiteblue eyes have on my shifting desires always changing sometimes shaking violently and erupting bleeding and vomiting my words contradict me my thoughts wander... feeding on moments that most take lightly they mean everything to me falling over themselves backwards white flesh writhing under the sky shifting and reversing until i hate with such a vengence what i have once chosen 001206 what's it to you? who go blather from