take_your_borrowed_time_in_gulps raze i'm dead, or i really feel i should be. i bit my face off and said, "i'm going to my man." this is what is probably termed cannibalism. i'd make believe i was in the sky paved with rain. i saw one sun, which i wrote about because i couldn't read it. grass is in the round, in one small circle. mulch is busy now, saving suits for the children. i think i dug here instead of there because of all the old hurts and haunts. admire the sentiment, and waste away. 250912 what's it to you? who go blather from