quarry raze we fortify our fragile frames with fat and a fuller coat of fur. some ancestral whisper tells us what we need to know to survive this unforgiving season. our bodies change shape to match the bending of our brains. we hide in the hollow boles of trees and traipse across unloved telephone lines, cheating death by staring into its featureless face without flinching. there are darker woods than these and deeper chasms to be bullied into. here the air, gelid and bejewelled, is still good enough for dreaming. 251204 ... ancasa.reyn on the day i graduated high school i went to a classmate's party afterwards a number of us went to a local quarry where there was live music at some point i and the two guys i came with walked out onto one of the floating pontoon docks just to observe what was going on i guess the next thing i knew I was in the quarry shoved by one of my friends my glasses found the bottom i was humiliated of course whatever fun we might have been having that day ended with a big splash and a silent ride home 251209 what's it to you? who go blather from