i experienced that peculiar brand of shame that usually only comes with having a biblical name. with nowhere hair nothing eyes deep sigh uneasy air triple crowned son in his anglican gut wonders if the wandering is best left to others, through himselves he weaves the mantra he can never be man, master cast, with plasterrrrrr he carves it into table - 2 x 3 - "when you first notice immortality is beginning to abandon thee". she wrote - boy, you won't even live to a footnote. he proclaimed, my only aim is to leave a stain. ----------- tame her with frantic early morning emails. spell out 'i fucking love you' in chemtrails. bathe in bravery. become famous, for your defiant pathos. arrange a transfer to speaker's corner to argue the case of the both the latter, and the former. and your days everafter will become slightly softer easier. and warmer. and warmer. adn warmrer