i'm ill. she sang: "you wanted more, well here you go." i felt as fragments feel tattered, maimed, recollecting the whole. a picture taken on a church bench fell as confetti. too long, too long now, expel and release, repel or just stop it. just stop it all now for a second and let it go on its own. i'm ill she sang: "you die faster these days." strangely enough, she was gone by the next hour.