right up in that gap between -left ear-meets-right ear- waiting is a grimey like-moss substance drip, slip, seeping in sepia tones [more apt than grey more NOTHING less likely to evoke ani di franco lyrics] its a mush to squash to leap out i would like to write i would like to work on a new play i would like to not be scared I AM of failure of being told the amount i could be is limited. come august i will be an out of work writer/actor/hiding in writing so she doesnt fail at acting and THEN WHAT?

drown drown drown drown drown.