090813 #worm So the man came up to me and made pantomimes to the effect that his throat was just parched, so dry he couldn't even talk, and he reached out his hand, and without really thinking it was odd at all, although it was, relative to my limited experience with other human beings in need, on trains, and in universal lust, I handed him the bottle, as naturally as a hand unmittens itself in proximity to a friendly fire. 081013 #dog HIM: Oh! Fine! Then there's nothing to be afraid of. ME: That's kind of what I thought, but . . . . HIM: But what? ME: If you please, why not? HIM: Because, my friend, any time we want to we can swish thru these weeds over to that barn where the candlelight is, ascend like rust in quietness up the hay loader, take our places underneath the slatty, slotty, boards, underneath the slutty stars, and fuck.