hackneyed raze i really need to stop napping dreams of middle-aged men shooting heroin in my bathroom & old women talking to me about their taste in beer satanic plants multiplying hide the clothes the phone only rings twice the answering machine confuses itself break a vase over my head you gave me something before you left no one's at the door shadows approaching must be someone "this better be a dream. am i dreaming?" "yeah, you're dreaming. you've got a fat cow on your television & a fat cow in your room." he went on to say something else i don't remember no one's wearing any clothes as soon as things threaten to become sexual, it all gets blurred & ends up bleeding into something else watching yourself wake up [which means you're not really waking up] maybe it has something to do with having viewed the early-80's curio "cruising", which has to be the near-nadir of al pacino's career, and one of the more ham-fisted things to come out of hollywood wake up raisin fingers more hot water sci-fi i'm not even into sci-fi "the electrician", on the other hand... "he's drilling thru the spiritus sanctus tonight thru the dark hip falls screaming oh you mambos kill me & kill me & kill me if i jerk - the handle you'll die in your dreams if i jerk - the handle jerk - the handle you'll thrill me & thrill me & thrill me" always waking up hungry if i built you a mountain, would you let it sing? or let me fall to paint the rocks with my giving? 031107 what's it to you? who go blather from