fragments autumn tired of being fragments of a memory. 041026 ... kyla what, more? 061017 ... birdmad i'm wearing the jagged pieces like the protective spines of some old reptile or other as a result, some think me to be both prickly and something of a prick 061018 ... ovenbird The tissue thin shreds of my sanity wash away in a heavy rain. Your mouth is crowded with too many teeth. Row upon row of serrated incisors. Empty sockets between your molars fill with blood and spill over. I'm only half conscious, Max_Richter drags me towards sleep with the deep hum of a cello, two notes sung repeatedly, a dark chord drawn from a piano. I'm adrift on a fast moving river, two feather pillows strapped to my arms like water wings. A hawk will tear the goslings apart. I'm swimming, swimming towards their downy bodies but I won't reach them in time. (Hyperventilation results in a deficit of carbon dioxide in the blood, not a deficit of oxygen. I find a paper bag for you to breathe into.) I have a key that will split bone, making room for all the words that tangle in your larynx. The water is cold and there's such a long, long way to go… 250929 what's it to you? who go blather from