what_the_moon_eats raze the moon was full, but it was still hungry. so it ate daydreams and nightmares, hopes and wishes, fears, ideas, questions, half-rehearsed speeches, intentions, preparations, and other things people walked around with, carrying them, wearing them like hats and coats that fit so well they forgot they had them on. the thing about the moon is it has no teeth. so it has to gum this stuff and grind it down. the moon is an old man who can't find his dentures. he makes you into pudding when you're not looking and spits you back out when he doesn't like the taste of you. but you're so wrapped up in those clothes of yours, you might not even notice. 140722 what's it to you? who go blather from