dazzle_camouflage raze "her eyes were taking," jackie said. "she had taking eyes." she was talking about the great pretender we all accommodated for a few days — against our better judgement, as a byproduct of our better natures. it was true. she'd take hold of you with those eyes and weigh you, working out how much she thought she could get from you, what face she thought she should wear to maximize her chances, performing her silent arithmetic behind a warm front. and then she would take. they're complex optical systems, eyes, and more. they're decision-makers. weapons. miniature masks. her eyes gave her away, but only to someone wise enough to look beyond their irises and survey the busy machinery within. 130713 what's it to you? who go blather from