uncommon_name raze he was going to try setting me up with her. or at least he was going to fan the flames of interest. then he would stand back to see what they took hold of. he put a picture of her in my head. she's short. she has long dark hair. she wears glasses. she's pretty. independent. smart. open-minded. the kind of person who might be into reading cormac mccarthy naked on a sunday just for something to do. she's taking her PhD in psychology. she has an uncommon name. one of his other friends asked her out first. they're a couple now. maybe they'll get married and have kids. maybe they'll learn to hate each other the way some people do when they fuse together because they don't know how to grow on their own. the way toy soldiers become siamese twins if left too long and too close beneath a cruel sun. maybe i'll sing at their wedding with dried leaves in my hair. maybe i'll scream until my voice gives out. maybe all the love i've ever carried in my brittle heart has been a long-running joke bought from a store that sells japes without punchlines. maybe they sell baked goods out of the back of the place. i could go for a good piece of pie. 131014 what's it to you? who go blather from