norf_and_fike raze the words i want are "knife" and "fork". two sounds to sell the imagined scene of a rodent eating something that wasn't meant for them, mimicking the so-called dignified demeanour of us two-legged troglodytes. the trouble is my mouth will not obey the braying of my brain. and_so instead of cutlery i'm left with a dialectical deviation from the highest compass point and restless movement. if i had my hands around things i'm trying to say, i could cut through the muslin cloth that thickens my thoughts and makes slick the streets they stand astride. but my fists are fitful firearms at best, cold and careworn as the rest of me. 251118 what's it to you? who go blather from