things my head in a fluey AM
Blondies Heart Of Glass
electric chairs and long term death row stays
colds, of course, what is my body doing?
the cotton mysteries of TIME
Kissinger in Moscow STILL working the geo
that song that goes THE ROTTEN AIR IN VIETNAM . . .
well the fever has made me slow as drugs
quiet quilted shield down with my eyelids
my hands are a bit like two balloons
(to quote a song)
(to quote some poem)
i am a reformed monster
aches and drama