besides_the_pain skinny saw a little bunch of pinecones sleeping in the hay a tall black tree, their father brown, but he appears that way at dusk, well it's just some people can't tell don't know how to hold their mouths stuck in the contrast between smiles and frowns and the look you have when noone's looking and your head is down, beside the pain. besides the pain, there's other people's pain, and the pain of knowing noooone cares. how far can you stare? a little childs game of perusing the heavens seeing nothing but a mirror image stareing back. 050309 ... Clark Nova outisde of it, tuned out of the sense of self and tuned so far out as to be almost discorporate, sitting next to it like travelers in a bus depot sharing a cigarette it sits and grins with dilapidated teeth like a half fallen picket fence and scrabbles at every hard surface with dirty, stubby, calloused fingers and ragged, frayed nails. it has rancid breath. 050309 what's it to you? who go blather from