for_sake_of_appearances crOwl my eyes are coffee beans crush and grind them so i can wake up lest i fall asleep when you are talking my nose is a bird's beak full of worms i smell i stink like the earth if rain was sweat my ears are plugged with music tired songs with words i know by aching heart they have their way my mouth is full of menacing bacteria eating my bone i'm finally trying to stop it like a low pressure hose on a raging fire my hands are bee stung my elbow is a rusty pipe my knee is threadbare my body is barbed wire twisted 060818 what's it to you? who go blather from