fisticuffs Fido Why I oughta smack you sidewise, Mack. You dirty no-good yellow red! What's that? Oh a wiseguy, eh? Comere! Comerecomerecomere! I'm a-gonna lay you out, buster. You stinkin' Un-American swine! I bet you'd sell this country's secrets for a dime. Damned Kermit. 030422 ... raze sometimes i say the word before anything has happened, or while it's still in the process of happening. anticipating pain. it could be the sharp corner of a door stabbing a running shoe's toe box. one shoulder connecting with the hard head of a cased opening. a fingernail or scalpel scraping flesh. and i'm left feeling foolish when nothing hurts at all. the truth is everything hurts. we've just been conditioned to ignore the ache and call it an inconvenience, while our bodies and brains are screaming at us to spare them the indignity of being buried alive in a mausoleum of our own making. 230507 what's it to you? who go blather from