as the crow do i.

copp ran under the eaves by the red brick toilet house (closed) to escape the rounding blast of wind and rain, and jumped and ran when the thunder cracked. i saw fruitville station and squirmed and gnashed with storm inside. a woman got up in intermission and wept and told her story. i drowned the creepy thugnoise with charlemagne palestine and whpk and fortified by kafka's life who makes struggle clearer.