can't take a joke, even when the only thing worth laughing at is the fact that nothing's funny anymore (least of all me, it's why I laugh the most). 9-9-9 the goose spewed rhymes, the monkey drank a bottle of communion wine. The fires were stoked, the 7 seals broke, and the devil went to heaven in a little row-boat. Chant this silenty to yourself, preferably using someone else's mouth: standing at the intersection of two parallel lines, he waves his hand slowly--his voice is the sound of one hand blinking hello. Someone isn't looking, now is the time to what? Heat rises and it will carry you, heaven is for heathens, Virginia is for lovers--hello? See shells scream spells seeking sheep: shorn. hum...hum... hum... hum...hate! break something! harm! hello! So fell the mortar shells, unbounded by brakes: higher than... lower than...exactly the same as...hundreds of eyes, all blind-- hello; [I hope my last sentence ends at a semicolon] How does it feel to have something like ???? thrown at you? I'm heading for The End, that shadowless valley of unbroken legs.