shadowed amy masks fit their faces their great ruses attempts at hiding attempts at forgetting the calamitous instant... Great Art Great Science- an historical genius or two the only ones that rise to the occasion? a lie. In your deception you revealed a sickness of dreams, even as you gazed classically into a pond. scapegoated, I sweeped the neglected front porch, and, during the day, removed bullets from my garden. 030916 ... this should be rillian we are minor players in media mythology. watch us dance alone in a field of wildflowers in late summer when the sun is cut and bleeding. listen to the barely audible songs we sing. touch our scars from excessive ultaviolet rays. taste the fruit we pick before it rots. we planted the trees. you are what you imagine yourself to be. you are the one i saw in a vision. you became a painting of yourself, just like frida cohello. 030917 ... c r 0 w l cast against the melting snow we are what light can't see we ar empty holes waiting to be filled by the memories of happiness. we know how to do it because we watch others. they do it because they've watched us. 080218 ... unhinged bittersweet i wish to make new memories of happiness to fill me with 080219 what's it to you? who go blather from