raging raze i bought the blown-up still shot for five bucks i don't know how many years ago. de niro doing jake lamotta in the squared circle. a wild animal ready to strike the killing blow. black eyes burning. face swollen and slick with sweat. i kept it rolled up in the basement until the man who lords over this land decided he was going to have an air_conditioner installed in the upstairs hall facing the wall where it won't make a lick of difference. this after spending nineteen summers stewing in my room with the only cool breath coming out of a vent that winks at the walk-in closet, miles from the bed they'll bury me in. now i need to hide what hate can do to honeycomb and styrofoam. it isn't until the poster is covering the worst of the damage to a door i never close that i see the word "bull" is missing from the title of the film. beneath that madman's chest it just says "raging". and there it is. blood_red and bellicose. a word absurd enough to seize the sea that churns in me. 260605 what's it to you? who go blather from