derisive raze some people find faces in the clouds. i see them in my cereal. three small circles huddle together to form eyes and a mouth, with a stick of corn starch for an outstretched tongue, adding insult to inquiry. i wait to eat what's mocking me until every other element of the day's first meal has drowned in my body's battered septic tank. you can't invent moments like this. they just happen. 231013 what's it to you? who go blather from