he_needn't_have_been_so_insecure crOwl i close the lid of pandora's box on your fingers still wet with the sweat of my neck when you tried to strangle me. you're too weak, i thought, and when you let go, it kind of tickled. yet, when i try to talk, all that comes out is stifled air, as if the tractor tire i try to ride on the satiurated ground is slowly losing all its air and making ruts in the soggy earth. when you scream, i lift again the lid and when all hell comes flying out, i can't tell why you're screaming... is it because of your sudden finger pain or because i am more of a disgrace to you than i realized? 061121 what's it to you? who go blather from