vile conspicuous teeth, waiting in the wake of a dream. waiting for me to slip and fall into despair. you would so be inclined as to close around my feet if i dared, so sitting on the edge,
haunted by that indifference, that urges me to go and find myself at the bottom of it all once again, to pretend theres nothing going on here, no nothings going on in here, just a gray mind a placid faced disguise, oh tell me friend do you think sometimes you can never die? so do i, well so do i. scares me to death, ha ha ha, well sometimes i see someone smiling and i know its not me.

cascade from 1996 been tossin and turning since that waterfall, in experimental cures to the inevitable disconnect of this sullied up mind. oh so im wandering. the black people talk outside like lifes just fine, in the projects. where would we be without somebody doing something to someoneelse so we can all talk about whose going to wear the crown of disdain. i want something. something that makes me believe i can endure the here and now. dont pretend everything is distant for you...