broken_winged crOwl spinning top released into an alice in wonderland party, i am the gypsy clown along a pathway of paper fireworks. "what's your name?" i ask one to the other of a bevy of costumed characters all fastidiously dressed under the light of chinese paper lanterns and perfect rain washed clarity. i listen to the feminine responses, thinking they all want to be me. counter clockwise, i turn away to a character dressed like a coffee pot. "oh i want some of you!" i gasp. she starts making percolating noises and i pretend to down her in seconds and flit about like a broken winged butterfly encountering the perfect description. when i wake i'm sweating. 100503 ... no reason i wonder if a broken wing would harm a flying creature like a broken heart would harm a human 100503 ... no reason i don't know why they just both seem like essential things to have intact 100503 ... crOwl i've seen birds with broken wings. actually, kathy and i found a meadowlark caught fast in a barbed wire fence. it beats its free wing trying to get loose. the other one was torn and bloody. we carefully removed it but we had to rip the flesh. it was horrible. the poor thing was opening its beak with what seemed akin to pain, although it made no noise. we took it home and cleaned it and tried to heal the injury with medicine. we should have taken it to a bird rescue but we were only 19 and in love. it died three days later. 100503 ... unhinged i don't have much trust left for you right now but you are far more deserving than the people i wasted it on 100504 ... unhinged (my grandfather has a big picture window in his living room; i watched a bird fly straight into it when i was a kid. we went out on the porch right after and saw the poor thing dragging it's broken wing around. the wing was only still attached by a thin string of muscle and feathers. my mother shooed me back in the house before i could see what the boys did with it) 100504 ... birdmad The saddening thud of the body against the glass, the indifferent breeze whistling through the bushes, woman looks up from her desk, hand covering mouth in token, reflexive gesture of horror or sorrow...returns to what she was doing living wreckage, twisted and broken, irreparable, dying on the sidewalk the feral cat (living on wit and opportunism) creeps up from the mining museum, the_killing_bite comes as an act of mercy 100504 ... PeeT this is crazy. punk rock. so you flew into malpenza! i'm just glad you djed. finally, we could relax. 120624 what's it to you? who go blather from