ricecakes raze you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped, but you can kill someone who doesn't want to be killed. a series of pops & clicks, & there you are, like shimmering stupidity made tangible. i pasted your face onto a body that wasn't yours. i'd never seen those parts of your flesh. the skin tone doesn't match, but the eyes have a way of smoothing over imperfections. it helps when you don't have 20/20 vision. i see what i want to, occasionally. the roof of this building makes a better mattress than most, & the night sky blankets the body like another body, if that body were nothing but an atmospheric and willing hallucination. you can will it if there's enough effort involved. you can will almost anything to happen, as long as it isn't terribly earth-shaking. "i want to be sick". magically, you vomit. sponge away the stains left by trust and it's misuse...having a conversation with you is like being lost in a confusing city, constantly interrupted by annoying animals that want to sell me personal hygiene. there has to be a reason why some people are unable to will themselves to sleep. if you can't force the mind into a dormant state, try counting regrets. there's always ammunition. magazines. i grew you a new set of ideals, but they were trampled by hyperactive canine friends. could write a book about one night. a singularly unsettling lesson in everyone-has-more-than-one-face & let's shoot some pool while tripping over our hang-ups. 030819 ... with avocado and spike. 080116 what's it to you? who go blather from