circuitous provocations, walking away from angry instigations: the tricks i taught myself at the tail end of my juvenility. i've got a bad attitude, i guess, or i like to pretend that i do; i'm working on it. (PMA, inc.) why say brickbats when really you just mean bricks? bricka-bats of bread. hurtling through space.
my dreams: topless on someone else's front porch in the ay-em. handed a phamily photo. in(sur)mountable blasts from my sorted past; i saw you, and you, and you.
