we'll_have_to_teach_you_how crOwl i'm raking your leaves, now, on the morning of a red sky. massive loads i put in a big aqua tarp and wheelbarrow to the hillside. but still, there's time to talk to nancy and her mother. i made one of them cry. we talked about things we lost. i think it was earlimart's new record, treble& tremble i was listening to that made me so sensitive to the unabashed shedding of tears. heaven adores you. it wasn't so much my dad i was thinking about, more so about love, the cosi bello, the beautiful things of this fortunate life and if that's what could have contributed to elliot smith's apparent suicide. 041107 what's it to you? who go blather from