the_body_talks cr0wl a quiet language when words sleep and thoughts threaten to become fear, i listen to the internal whispers noiseless shouts that speak unavoidable pain; songs that redefine music as flameless fire. i see written on my skin warnings and compliments. i read the story of my circadian life in the lines around my eyes. my teeth are films about all those invisible bites. the body says it knows about a hidden mystery; truth undercover lies impossible to invent. i ponder the secrets of who i am, attempting to orchestrate a thorough translation; beholding myself in a fog, hearing an infant crying, then sucking. 091102 ... unhinged you press yourself up next to me i have a bruise on my left wrist i watched you put money in the jukebox and then ask me to dance don't act like you don't want me just the way we are 091102 ... unhinged so your heart isn't doing somersaults so you aren't incapacitated with stupid in_love ness for me that doesn't mean our bodies our minds our tongues don't like to be near each other relationships of the in_love variety don't happen everyday and i don't think i can handle another one of those so soon right now anyways 091111 what's it to you? who go blather from