... Grits Ain't -- "Bringing In The Groceries" (A love song for the scatter/shatter monolith) alongside glances tell of trying tales the comings and goings of a life, constant in repair crowd scenes, extras: all reading, going thru their stated motions many backgrounds wheeled in[only] to showcase, to twittle your ravenous foreground emo/vanities like many spent casings, bent, rotting in sand empty shells, dry and broken, littered about all, once performed, from here to there with perpetual chasing-after your spotlight conditional attention: that took, grabbed always veiled - away from the light cute cusp/nice talk -- constant, but, cloudiness toward an emerging crack... __________________________________________________ *...as J. Mayer's guitar riff, in "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" comes in through the open-window .