i_feel_scattered Norm Trip... and fall, off of the edge of a great cliff, and I catch me... But all I have is finger tips, they slip, and I truly am losing my grip. Then I wonder, if I fell would I shatter? I feel scattered. Like I'm in a thousand places, I own a thousand faces, could you taste this? It tastes off. Okay, now turn your head and cough. This one up, that one down? This one hard, that one soft? That's not good. Um? Should, would, could. Fuck... And I find myself alone in a room filled with people, lost in a familliar place. 050918 what's it to you? who go blather from