.even the rain bows down, let us pray...
...dance with a sufi and celebrate your top ten in the
charts of pain...
lover, brother, bouganvillia, my vine twist around your neck as
even the rain is sharp like the day as you
shock me sane...

I can be cruel.
I don't know why.

-tori amos [the queen of the personally-referential non sequitur, but i love her still]