you am big you is

mumble stutter stumble

mutter (shapes on

paper, waves in

space) cant care

how hoaky

it is. the sound

alphabet. intentions and

everything. and everything.

o o those finicky

z'infidels, persnicketying

each's whatever and everything

embarrassing histories it's

all so so what now?

sing a rocker. maybe

name it "cant talk"

and oh what a song

it will be and oh

what a difference it

will make. i should

even say it should

most probably be

instumental. gosh

golly god again.

im always eaves-

dropping on these

awkward silences