reticent raze i want to know you but it's better that i don't the reality of who & what we are always manages to destroy the last vestiges of carbonated naïveté i shake the bottle you open it entertaining i find myself becoming more cryptic & frenzied not that it matters no one ever seemed to understand what i was saying even when it was ridiculously clear-cut i think i'll always find that amusing part of the difference has to do with the impalpable where once was raw energy [& it was always more of an automatic thing some kind of basic need to purge first-person toxin spill] now sits a kind of queasy refining less instinctive more of a relaxed, distanced thing whatever you're left with is what you're meant to have 030908 what's it to you? who go blather from