kind psychobabe he lives inside my mouth and tells me what to say when he turns the trains on he makes it go away the hands are cracked and dirty and the nails are beetle wings when he turns the trains on he unties all of the strings The worm: "tell me something beautiful, tell me something free, tell me something beautiful and i wish that i could be." (then i got my wings and i never even knew it, when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through it) Jack: (not spoken) come, come the toys all smell like children and scab-knees will obey i'll just have to kneel on broomsticks just to make it go away [the inauguration of the worm] (then i got my wings and i never even knew it, when i was a worm, thought i couldn't get through it) a voice we have not yet heard: "because today is black/because there is no turning back. because your lies have watered me/ i have become the strongest weed" weed... through jack's eyes: the taste of metal disintegrator three holes upon the leather belt it's cut and swollen and the age is swollen boy: " there's no one here to save ourself." the disintegrator: (to himself) this is what you should fear you are what you should fear 020219 ... tender_square i wonder why i've stopped being friends with her when everyone remarks about how kind she is. as i examine the distance i've placed between us, i realize that's the problem--she is excessively generous. it's saintly. it's nauseating. it's irreal. how can anyone be so helpful and selfless? and in the dream i wonder if this high school girl i once bonded with is the worst form of feminine for me to embody. 230831 what's it to you? who go blather from