the_sound_of_a_puncture vichy "your voice is like air, leaking from a leak in the tire," the sudanese refugee said, looking at the woodpecker trapped in the glass jar as it sat on the pine shelving of the wooden cart. "tired exasperation concerning present frustration." "yes," the wingless bird said, looking away out through the window where trees stood beckoning. "life is escaping through the puncture hole in my soul." "breathe in the hope," the stone man continued. "exhale the failure. behold your complete inflation." 020815 ... Cherry i'm not inflated or am i with chris' dick in my mouth 040325 ... Syrope i wanted the balloon to pop angrily, violently, but instead it just wrapped around my scissors and deflated with a farty puff. damn you message balloons, now i know how you feel. 040325 ... unhinged she was on the phone for almost an hour tracking him down. when she got to the last link in the chain, she could hear her heart thumping, echoing in her head. 'really...he is...oh.' and she could have sworn that her exhale was sharp like a punch to the stomach. the sound of THE puncture in the walls around her heart, around him. the day she had been preparing for was finally here and she realized as the tears welled to her eyes and she tried so hard to keep her voice from cracking that she was nowhere near ready for this. 050107 what's it to you? who go blather from