absolutes raze we sift through maybes and almosts as if they were agile durable less inclined to break down when held up to the light the purity is in the imperfections gashes on a smooth white wall the protrusions bones make the hesitation before the fall your blood_red lips harbour moisture like a criminal and what feeds keeps us hungry 130331 ... epitome of incomprehensibility When Janet my creative writing teacher was in Montreal, we walked around a craft fair together. One person made mini minimalist framed pieces. Inside would be a saying and, for art, at least one smooth stone. I'm picturing a pale green translucent one. Anyway, we looked at one that said "Family always..." or "Family is..." and Janet snorted, I think at the definitiveness. "Family's always like that? What psychopath wrote that??" 260917 what's it to you? who go blather from