doll kendera there is a pretty doll in the corner, with big metal crunching teeth...... 010731 ... old "feel like a doll, falling apart at the joints" 010731 ... raze he fell asleep on the couch and went somewhere else. he saw me performing for a group of people in a room. he didn't recognize anyone in the audience. i didn't see him. there wasn't light_enough for us to find each other's faces. he had this doll with him. nothing he bought or made himself. it was just there. some kind of rodent. he threw it at me to get my attention. its head fell off. i picked it up and tried to put it back together. then he heard my voice and opened his eyes. 260811 ... ovenbird This is what his mother called me—her default term of endearment. “Hi doll,” she would say as I walked through the door, making me something cherished, precious, all youth and porcelain beauty. No one has called me this for years. Now my face is chipped, my body haunted. My eyes are still a teacup blue and will follow you in the dark and flutter open if you tip me to the light. 260812 what's it to you? who go blather from