its the rats you know scurrying about in the walls and intruding on my thoughts with their scritch scritch shuffle sounds as I try to sort my way through the tangles of my hair and scrambled thoughts about educatedfilm and seasoned_chicken huddled in a corner of a room that may not have any corners like the one I pictured Carlo the Craven he of nasty temperament and anal fixation imprisoned naked with a hung-over King Kong holding a whole raw pineapple and evil intent making more scritch scritch scurrying sounds rats in the walls as I scrabble about seven point words and no dictionary missing myths and other legends of unsung voiceless? heroes in corners of minds and mansions on hills and in valleys of dolls and other souless heathens attempting to banish all opponents from existence as I wish to do with the rats in the walls