one_way_conversation_with_a_fly raze the fly is on the floor, green in its back, sitting there, begging the brain to ponder how rare it is to see a thing like that sitting still like this. nudge it with a toe and it slides. "you picked this spot to die? that's different." it's a blues song that hasn't been written yet: when it's my time to go, find me a hardwood floor that hasn't been vacuumed in weeks. 160729 ... unhinged (i have one way conversations with bugs all the time; i kept a pet spider in my bedroom in milwaukee for months. it ended up weaving my stray shedded hairs into it's web) 160729 ... nr "you picked this spot to die" sounds like a cool album title. or cat power or regina spektor lyric or something. 160730 ... raze now i kind of want to hear chan marshall and regina spektor sing a duet … though that would probably cause my brain to explode from too much musical goodness at once. 160731 what's it to you? who go blather from