215651 i have tits. yeah they're not gorgeous blossoming woman bazongas, but they are discernable tits. i look down and it's like some kind of swirling clown nightmare with occasional music. and then all the other maelstrom of thoughts and arrows too, and it's all this big stew careening downhill like a log bigger than all the trees it's knocking down on the way down. too fast to catch fire. too broad to come to rest in the pure cooling stream. look out wolves, i will squash you. i don't mean to do it. (2014)