abstract - 8/30/2003



flying isn’t the right word
fighting might be but in that slowed-down-not-moving sort of way
more like i respond a bit too slowly
I cant organize my thoughts in to an alpha attack pattern
I cant yell out "I did It!"
I got to look for it and even then I catch it
right in the grill.
burns me up like a blue flame of sporadic flatulence
quickly sputtering: spinning
I don't like it
I like being at easeI am going to try to see with my teeth guarded from now on.