bound_for_the_ground bijou it was the suburbs and the sky was raining shit. little grey flakes of acid and death were falling all around, melting cars, burning our skin, boiling our blood, peeling the paint off the houses and i could taste it in my mouth, the horrible filth. my teeth were each bound in cylinders of metal. it was laura's house. myself and my brother and a stranger looking like the ones i hung around at sixteen, old enough to buy cigarettes and have dropped out and have been arrested. kate is always bound for the concrete. her body is tiny and moving but not balanced. she always goes too far. she's always falling over. i was just trying to dance, trying to entertain her. someone's always trying to appease her. we ended the evening on the cement where we had seen rats scurrying only moments before, and where someone had surely pissed within the past day. 050515 what's it to you? who go blather from