stair at me, make a picture on my eyelids and my disks covering my ice to the pupils through the tinted lenses. i wear the sun glasses in the room so this look a stair i have said, and a beast looks from his bodied cage where pain is made to a commodity of sugary things. your head pulled from the basin of water your breath can make me into our god but a god without rivers a god without shadows shadow lonely on his thrown making you look more the whore. i whisper into the hole beneath the cracked blood and bonus. is it possible for me to also be saved? you begin wretching the vomit heaths you up from the cot where you were held by the chain you cannot stop the wretching continuing shaking of your arms. the hands not removed yet. i take the bottle of wine which i have been drinking and toss it down your throat as you begin crying like a child. crying but not speaking to me you remind me of my black self. tears and your mouth a gap like a bird as i put the wine in your mouth and we drink the rest of it together. the unsainted god the sobbing girl there in the dark i hold you closely and we are li

the zookeepers say the bolivian squirrel monkeys like seeing their reflections in the tinted lenses. huh. there's a plan to reform then the enclosure. >> can't they just get these guys some mirrors? >>> on another note, a couple from alaska have created an adult-size version of the radio flyer wagon, everybody's favorite. >> yes, yes, i had one as a kid. an auto fair in north carolina, a couple from wasilla built it over 11 months. their radio flyer, more than three and a half times the size of the original children's toy. you could have dozens of kids in that thing. 13 1/2 feet long, wide enough to hold two grown-ups. the combination wagon/car has a cruising speed of about 50 miles per hour. >> still steer with the handle? >> maybe. >> i don't know. >>> thanks for joining us this morning. enjoy your sunny saturday, but remember, it's chilly. >> have a good one. ,,,,,,