tree
branch
bare
there
sits
a
bird
with
song
as
sweet
as
ever
heard
moil
and
toil
then
into
the
soil
the
thing
about
betrayals
be
they
large
or
small
is
they
never
lose
their
sting
charm
only
has
use
to
those
who
exude
it
charisma
often
has
no
talent
but
it
does
have
SEX!
appeal
we
both
sit
down
and
talk
face
to
face
tho
across
a
divide
of
time
and
space
solace
no
more
can
i
find
in
the
turning
of
leaf
or
the
ruffle
of
a
tiny
feather
the
rising
of
the
sun
might
well
be
ash
and
cold
as
the
grave
the
less
said
about
love
the
better
it
defies
description
though
always
seeks
expression
what
reality
can
compete
with
the
imagination
altho
reality
is
often
surreal
he
lives
almost
entirely
in
his
own
imagination
but
never
dies
there
you
will
never
see
me
whatever
the
reason
you
can
often
tell
how
inane
or
puerile
something
is
by
its
title
alone
a
blog
a
message
board
post
yahoo
ID
twitter..
when
your
quick
to
judge
you
often
crucify...
why
does
a
sunrise
seem
so
inviting
like
a
winding
road
as
yet
untravelled
a
sunset
seems
a
journeys
end
altho
you
have
not
travelled
glimses
into
anothers
self
image
or
desires
can
occasionally
be
surprising
sometimes
disturbing
and
then
there's
our
own...
obsessive
behaviours
so
repugnant
except
to
the
obsessed
why
the
obsession
with
rich
/
famous
men
getting
shallow
sex
with
easy
women!!
so
fucking
what??
:o<
distasteful
distorting
spare
me
the
boring
does
any
one
ever
say
any
thing
you
can
take
at
face
value
wish
you
wouldn't
do
that!
you know
come on the phone and wake the light sleeping monsters i'd just put to bed
patronizing
demoralizing
down
right
depressing
why wake what's asleep and cause more of a messin'
it's
so
tiring
going
through
the
ages
you
will
never
have
my
eyes
again
if
you
so
desert
me
the
thought
trembled
across
my
brain
like
the
beginnings
of
a
migraine
a
fallen
star
among
grains
of
sand
he
looks
up
and
weeps
the
tide
washes
in
trembled
across
my
brain
like
the
beginnings
of
a
migraine
across
my
eyes
black
night
new
moon
ancient
stars...
choise
a
delusional
concept
fun
people
are
actually...
not
there
is
a
certain
kind
of
silence
that
magnifies
sound
the
crunch
of
frozen
grass
underfoot
a
solitary
bird
call
instructing
people
on
how
to
exist
is
not
the
same
as
being
interested
in
their
existance
attraction
exerted
is
power
attraction
felt
is
loss
of
it
the
frozen
puddle
an
ice
covered
lake
in
miniature
pearly
moonlight
suffused
the
countryside
exploding
into
brilliance
where
it
touched
on
every
frosted
leaf
branch
and
blade
of
grass
talking
to
them
is
like
swimming
in
a
goldfish
bowl
famous
but
not
there
like
a
ghost
sleet
with
the
sting
of
a
wasp's
tail
slants
across
the
sky
there
is
a
lunar
beauty
to
a
winters
sun
mist
clung
to
the
trees
like
draped
gauze
sophistication
is
not
the
reading
and
watching
of
high
and
film
it's
the
ability
to
differentiate
between
what
is
real
and
what
is
stereotype
and
cliché
no
matter
how
fast
he
runs
he
will
never
catch
up
he
was
too
handicapped
at
the
start
to
even
realize
the
race
because
i
want
a
drink
it
doesn't
mean
i
want
a
drunk
basing
your
opinions
of
a
situation
or
person
on
another's
assesment
of
such
is
dangerous
and
often
inaccurate
coming
from
an
upper
class
background
often
hampers
the
ability
to
see
the
world
and
others
in
it
clearly
chamelion
like
he
changes
colour
and
becomes
absorbed
by
whatever
interest
he
submerges
in
through
knowing
you
i
know
myself
do
we
know
our
husbands
do
we
know
our
wives
do
we
know
our
children
our
lovers
our
lives
when
you
float
under
the
ocean
it
seems
so
silent
but
still
there
is
a
music
the
sexual
urge
will
often
find
it's
way
around
the
conscience
in
this
back
water
the
charmless
dress
up
to
please
the
brainless
if
we
do
damage
to
others
it's
not
without
sustaining
some
damage
ourselves
it's
easy
enough
to
damage
others
more
difficult
to
bolster
them
neither
fame
nor
fortune
did
he
make
but
enemies
aplenty
he
will
never
be
without
obsession
just
taken
in
differant
directions
he
walked
into
the
bottle
shop
all
tan
and
american
accent
smiling
eyes
he
said
we
exist
on
two
planes
you
and
i
all
four
of
us
struggle
he
strikes
a
pose
beside
his
cardboard
lover
so
alike
thinks
he
she
is
to
stiff
to
even
see
him
he
is
too
stiff
to
even
see
if
i
can't
have
the
ocean
please
give
me
the
mountains
i'm
dead
meat
walking
around
why
do
i
have
this
1/2
life?
i
view
the
world
with
the
eyes
of
a
child
delighting
in
every
leaf
and
wing
there
is
something
quite
noble
about
trees
met
a
woman
once
in
a
drunkard's
house
“i'm
a
nurse
and
champion
pool
player”
she
said
thro
wreaths
of
smoke
and
rum
fumes
she
held
the
words
up
almost
like
a
talisman
being
in
that
house
i'm
splitting
in
two
one
for
me
and
one
for
you
men
so
dis
engaged
they
are
not
even
self
aware
two
feral
kittens
behind
my
jackeroo
all
eyes
and
games
wild
as
in
the
zoo
why
do
i
imagine
my
love
life
is
not
about
slitting
my
wrists ?
don't
often
get
chances
that's
the
way
life
is
men the more you
give
them
the
more
they
take
and
the
more
they
want
and
the
more
discontent
they
become
with
what
they've
got
andrew
that's
the shininess of panic
morning
calm
dawn
breaks
seeded
grass
sounds
sibilant
breeze
i
want
to
laugh
i
want
to
run
i
want
to
be
with
you
under
the
sun
with
crystal
streams
under
sapphire
skies
and
stars
that
shine
from
within
your
eyes
the
invitation
in
your
eyes
read
Danger
no
entry...
you
left
your
mark
upon
me
fresh
where
your
mouth
has
bruised
my
flesh
i
wish
that
it
would
always
be
so
all
can
see
that
you
on
me
there
is
only
you
and
i
he
wishes
i
were
just
a
toy
i
see
the
man
within
the
boy
the
older
he
gets
the
younger
he
becomes
he
is
a
perfect
wanker
and
no
matter
what
i
say
he
finds
a
self
sewn
reason
a
new
one
for
each
day
love
bugger
off
and
make
it
quick
your
hurtful
ways
make
me
quite
sick