this_town scattered blue leaves that i am driving through is not your_town. it looks like it, though, with its perfect garbage and upside down houses. and with everybody wondering which turn to take to get to that little sparkly pond over there, just right over there. if it's over there, it must be somewhere - hell, it could be anywhere, they guess but they never get on because they only walk in circles the same circles everyday so things just go on and on in the same cyclical mess with the same people all the time. so this space this wildly fucked up place doesn't ever fill with anybody new. . . . "this town is crazy; nobody_cares" -beck . . . and it's piled to the sky with newspapers that the people won't ever read because they're either busy exhausted or in denial. it so seems that this town once belonged to you. 021117 ... scattered blue leaves and at dawn the townspeople go to the football field looking for answers while they gaze supergaze at the sun waiting for it to say "breathe me in" and when it doesn't, they cry and swear that their lovers will provide instead not realizing at the time that their souls will get cracked in half as soon as they fall back. 021117 ... blatherite my_town my street gives me peace of mind that can't be beat. 021117 ... silentbob buck o nine 021118 what's it to you? who go blather from