I deliver to you on this day of November 8 a souliloquy born internally on a naked stage waiting to be judged by self tried by self sentenced by self cried by self condemned by self hated by self unrecognizable to self by myself .............................. days have gone by maybe years stillness captured to much time maybe fears paralyzed from the neck up by impotent thinking contradictions not being but getting up when neccessary only to dig a hole for my soul "hey I'm down here" I lost my hearing before it fell in so I continually look for what is before me and stay LOST 'dammit can't you hear me?" "can't you save me?" "can't you feel me?" all collapses on deaf ears amongst the cheers of doubt and the high fives of pity that waits for me to utter it's name pity, pity, pity!!! now I wonder if it will appear behind me in the mirror and slash my throat like some demented urban horror flick.... (c)2001 blakverb "...lost in thoughts"