One Long Relationship
If I die in your arms while you try to seduce me
Don’t call me boring when I read your lips
Speak out against the little voices inside my head
The ones that keep telling me that I should trade you in
For a 2001 Hyundai tinted windows with an electric sun roof
This could be the start of a long lasting relationship
Hold on let me dust my feathers off
Hold on afford me this one luxury
Hold on while I use your bathroom
Hold on let me change my mind
This could be the makings of one long fucked up relationship
One minute while I collect your thoughts and think about it!
- glen still
(added 07.17.09)
I'd Lite Her Up
The ease of these days is the axe that splits the weak
Separates the 40 hour mind from the 6 hour break
The cycle is broken only when they dream
They call this a day in the life of conformity
I can’t see why they won’t cross the line
Step out in front of the speeding machine
Either hit it head on
Or get run over just for fun
If I could find a girl like that!
I’d give a star to her every day of the month
I’d build a reservoir filled with life and drown her in it every night
I’d cover her eyes tight while I pulled the curtain from the sun
I’d make it a point to tell her that...
I'd go out of my way to lite her up!
- glen still
(featured in the poetry forum 07.17.09)
Dead News
This knife gets sharper as you dull it in my heart
Don’t you have any shame?
Drink 16 ounces dripping from the corner of your mouth
I don’t stand a chance!
There’s clearly a battle going on here
Who will walk
Who will rise
Who will drive
The morning newspaper lands on the porch
The headline reads:
No News In The Paper Anymore!
I wipe red blood from your wrist
With the front page
- glen still
(added 07.17.09)
Summer Moonlit Sex
A golden foray heels over head
You naked on the hood of a Mazda RX7
The mushrooms done kicking in
A slight summer breeze
The wheat field lit up by a full moon
Drowning in a sea of ecstasy
Take it out you say to me
No Don’t
Wait…
Put it back in please!
- glen still
(added 07.17.09)
The Coil of Tesla
I bet if I say you can’t leave
You won’t even ask why
You will just succumb to a module
Inside a box that was perforated
Long before you were ever born
Tesla proved out a lot of things
That subordinates refuse to provide proof of today
No academics in fields so specialized
They forgot to crush the rust
Of a symbiosis soul not confined
Looking into the hole of another dimension
Where the wind settles for a feather to fold into
Seeing very clearly!
More clearly then we will see
Come the next one hundred eighteen years
Sleeping while conducting experiments
Elaborate precision cellular molecules bend
Wake up and wonder about liver spirituality
Every other person must be experiencing something similar
In some form of fusion melting into a river of liquid silver
Never fall foot inline outside the wonder of any moment
Never be deceived
Don’t ever call yourself the message of salvation
Even if you know you are
Even if you have saved yourself
They will spend large sums of money
Keeping a truthful man from running his mouth
Especially if he opts to give his reward back to humanity
Never even considers counting change
Knowing beyond reason that is being locked in the cage
They want to understand that
They just can’t understand that!
And they vehemently get venomous
It’s the nature of the coiling snake
No! god’s men do not like concepts
Don’t like theories
No! not god’s men
Everything broken needs a fix with a fee affixed to it
It’s never over with them trudging off to the bank
Withdrawing a sum total of nothing but the weight of the paper
Or a long stream of one’s and zero’s
All for them
Nothing for you
You could be saving yourself
But you spend your time caught up in yourself
The coil of Tesla is uncoiling now
All you have to do is get free and you will see
What he saw every minute of every day
You could be living Utopia
- glen still
(featured in the poetry forum 04.03.09)
Then She Was Dead
A typical progression extreme repression
Picking up the pieces no trespassing
Bodies lay in the hot sun baking
A mamma's kid from Kansas stands there puking
Having taken an oath to protect a nation
When the order was given he obeyed and followed
In violation of Posse Comitatus facing off a legal demonstration
A sixteen year old high school student defending her right to congregate peacefully
Stood her ground shouting out "End The War Now"
The soldier accepted that if it came down to it he could pull the trigger
As an agent provocateur took aim with a weapon hurled in the direction
Of the private from Kansas who had talked himself into dealing with the situation
The rock caught Private Smith in the left shoulder which spun him enough
To see the agent provocateur throw another stone as he pushed the
xsophomore forward
In a split second the MP took aim and fired
Then mass hysteria ignited that fateful Sunday afternoon
As one hundred troops opened fire on one thousand citizens of the
xUnited States of America
It was done and over in less than two minutes as the soldiers fell into a
xdefensive formation
Screams and moans and blood gurgling sighs could be heard in the short distance
From where the Captain radioed for command assistance
The demonstrators that could run ran away down the street crying out
x "Don't Shoot!"
They were the two thirds that managed to escape and find a place of refuge
But two hundred and fifty citizens lay dead or dying
The Captain ordered the Medic Teams forward
A young soldier who could have been her boyfriend
Leaned down to check the vital signs of the sixteen year old sophomore
He felt a very faint pulse and leaned down to hear if she was breathing
As he titled his head in the direction of Private Smith
She simply said with her last breath "End The War"
Then she was dead
- glen still/dec-27/2008
(featured in the poetry forum 01.04.09)
don't anymore
i do this fucked up thing
play a song over & over again
the girl next door
never quits
she don't like the shit
but she covers me
cuz I cover her when her babies cry
the girl next door
never beats on the wall
we hit it up
we're not that close
but we would fuck each other
if the moment
was the moment
it ain't about talking game
it ain't about trying to be sexy
it ain't about making up stories
that don't provide endings
provide a four way stop
into reality
to you
I promise one thing
I will tell you what you need to know
what you don't
I will deal with
personally
either way
we will deal with it
eventually we will lose everything
even machiavelli
in all of his marvelous-ness
would crumble under these...
circumstances
i claim no prize
by how many momma's i've made cry
who raise their sons & daughters
on the propaganda
...
if you hold this tight enough
it will never die
...
i despise you for telling me lies
for making me suck on the nipple
of the ultimate goal
that one thing
the fear of losing
everything
forever
[of losing that prize
whatever it is
whatever it will be
the same damn consequence
like throwing a brick into water
i use to deal with that stuff
i don't anymore
now i just cry my way out of the holidays]
- glen still/2008
(featured in the poetry forum 12.05.08)
Give Back
 
(listen to the Spoken Word Mix)
How many questions
Have to be answered this time
Just so that you or I
Can get a reprieve from anything that we said?
Anything that we think we did
What difference will it make?
Probably won’t make any
I mean like
If you cry when I’m not there
It doesn’t mean anything
I mood this out just like you do
But I decided this time
I’m gonna give back
I’m not gonna fall into that trap
I’m just not gonna do it
While extinguishing this grief
I know that
It makes you kinda think
That everything you that you thought of in your mind
Is some figment of an imagination of a lie
That you conceived some long time ago
Something that you don’t even remember
But you just wanted to live right here at this moment
So you fall
And you tumble
Well I decided that it’s better to give back
I ain’t gonna do it like that anymore
I expect you’ll come see me in your daydreams
We’ll try to catch the ray of light
That we can both explode into
Get a little more than human
Either way I’ll be glad to hear from you
You know you always got my front door
But if you stay gone
Crying all night long
I’d remember to give a little back baby
Because the pain subsides so much more experientially
When you do it like that
Cause there are those who have been
Where they refuse to return
And I’m sure that there’s something in their grasp
Some kind of reality
Something that they held onto a little tighter
Maybe held onto a little bit longer
Finally one of them finally just decided that
Hey there's some things
That just aren’t worth holding onto
I mood this out just like you do
I expected a little heartache
It’s called love
What can you do?
It’s called give and take
But I’m gonna give back this time
I ain’t do like you know like the last time
The time before that
I ain’t gonna do it!
Not even for you
- glen still
(featured in the poetry forum 08.27.08)
why not?
i usually take the road
that nobody else feels comfortable on
i push the limit in everyday conversation
if you don't like it
well guess what this is
a finger without a hand
just because i'm not afraid of your
self imposed prison
i call you on your bullshit
you don't really like it
but hey - someone's got to do it
just to keep the momentum
moving forward
freedom is only a few steps
in another direction
i could use a few words
that you can't relate too
but i choose to use
terms & definitions
that you won't ever forget
like slave trader
greedy mother fucker
global seed seller
fuck the infidel for corporate profit
endless soul sucking vampire
don't forget god loving
knee bended liar!
no one has been able to stand up
& encourage you to save yourself
you beat down people with your doctrine
i hate the fact
that every ear is weak to your words
you spin through the air so dynamically
the airwaves have been paid off
well meet superman
step back get a whiff of reality
i ain't scared of you or your minions
this is gearing up towards a revolution
when it comes you won't even expect it
no guns no bullets no arterially
just common sense
something you can't make any sense out of
hold up mother fucker
you don't rule the world
we're here just to remind you
that strength in numbers can be a real bitch
bend over here comes that ass fucking!
i saw what you did
last sunday leaving church
pulled the switch
& pushed the button
killed a million up & comers
with just one opt-ed
in the new york times
the shame was they all laid down
didn't even try to get up
thinking your were their next emperor
feeding funds into their wallets
directing their lives
towards an inclination
to kill anyone that disagrees
collect the change
it all adds up into a small fortune
well, i ask why are we always so afraid?
why can't we stand up for ourselves
why can't we make a difference
why can't we all just get along?
change a world gone off its hinges
why?
distance is the space
between where you & I stand
don't count on me giving in
i won't live with your torment
i won't let you get rich
without paying dearly
you think dogs line the street
dead & beat down with that bat you swing
by some hired mother fucker
that can't communicate
without a MP4
or a 9MM
you can't pronounce pakistan!
yet you want to rule the world
why do we let these old mother fuckers
tell a generation of free thinkers
how it's got to be
suits chasing down dollars and bitches
a gangster politician
i say fuck them
& fuck that!
why not?
just resist
- glen still
(featured in the poetry forum 07.27.08)
A True Liberator
(listen to the Spoken Word Mix)
A tribe of innocents
Lead to the pulpit
Believing in the ghost
To rise up
But a metal sword
Comes dancing through the fire
Cuts them all…
Blood Red Bleeds
The first step to amortize one self
Into the system
I imagined a freer world
I imagined her by my side
I see no one here now
I must go off to fight a war
Try to find a way to defeat this common god
The one that doesn't keep his promises
The one that vexes me against my neighbor
Therefore I refuse to raise the gun
No bullets will collide with flesh
No rips in fabric will come
From anything I point at
Not from here on out
I am free from fear
Free from the fear of no salvation
I refuse to kill a single soul
Under any name
Under the sun
Under any god
I realize now
The system cannot be overcome
I can only shoot at so many disobedients
Before I find myself behind the mask
I must be an investigator
Collect the evidence
Repel the false bullshit
But if I do
I don't have to tell someone
I don't have to energize your spirit
I don't have to start new religion
I don't have to be documented
For you to ever get a clue
I don't have too become a new messiah
I refuse to do that
Not for me
But for you
A true liberator
Does not need to live forever
Is not a he or him
Not male or female
A true liberator does not need to live forever
Does not need a castle
A cross
Or a icon
To show off to the masses
A true liberator
Is just an idea
Something inside someone
That is searching for the truth
A true liberator
Is deep in our spirit
And I don't mean
Deep in a church on the corner
I can smell this freedom
If you can smell
You have not found it
I can hear the freedom
If you can hear
You have not found it
I can see the truth
If you can see
You have not found it
I can be the truth
If you can be without fear
You can be where I am
If I pass this torch to you
Don't forget to pass it on
To someone else
You don't own it
A true liberator
Does not need to live forever
- glen still
(featured in the poetry forum 05.30.08)
mule-sheep obedient
There is no wall
That can't be assaulted
With a few maneuvers
We can rule this world
But not with emperinated tyrannies
No one man shoe with all those
Clubs for rich men
With so much money
No on even thinks they could exist
There they are right in front of you
Telling you what they are doing
Right then
Right at that moment
The Sherriff's of Nottingham
The Bif character's in Back to The Future
The Mr. [greedy] Geko
In that matter of fact Wall Street
They keep telling us how it is
We keep refusing to listen
This isn't about the politics you cling too
The church that you pay holy roller admittance at
This is about trading roles
Where once you were a leopard
Without the need to kill
Now you're a mule-sheep
You got it pretty bad
Having to carry that heavy load
All of this shit that keeps being hurled at you
All the eternal bliss
You think you will be awarded with
For your obedience
Your disobedience
Is nothing compared to this reality…
:you could in fact be free right now
:you just don't fuckin' want too
mule-sheep obedient
another…
god-damn shame...
- glen still
Welcome Home!
[being human]
As the gold specks float
On top of my drink
I make notice of the buoyancy
Like thick blood
But light as a feather
I am human in this get up
I get down
I get real down
I pass onto myself
What you cannot handle
You are human like me
I pick up the slack
As the gold flecks speck my mouth
I dry ear inside my throat
Acting the fly on the wall
Thick like ice
Just as cold
This is being human
Welcome home!
- glen still
Little Red Heart
Robbed and gun-shy
I saw you lay there
A postcard of a broken heart
I could not jump high enough
Or dive deep into
Anything you were
Or anything I was becoming
Split and torn apart
Half way to dreams
That could have saved you
If you had only
Answered before the last ring
Before the blood stopped flowing
Before I broke your little red heart
Sun burnt and peeling
Away the layers of nerve you never expected
Most humiliating as the door closed
Pushed to the limit
Over the edge
I never listened
Especially when you were talking
I found it easy
To shut off
I could no longer hear
The sound of the pumping
Of your little red heart
- glen still
pina colada [i'm a citizen]
where i'm going
most people do the vacation
a slot on the ticket
a seat sedated until they get there
but when you have international friends
you arrive under no false pretenses
you get whisked in
and then you laugh
at all the imbelciles
i know they like the pina coladas
all that coconut stuff
in the drink that they think
will free them
we sit there
wondering where they're from
taking bets on who will last the longest
it's been that way
since i became a hemingway
ingrained into the culture
that they just come to visit for a weekened
they call it something like a vacation
i have many girl friends
many dancers that dance my way
i always have all my life
they respect me
cause i don't game 'em
i keep her straight
tell her there's no need to grab his bank account
in the long run that fool will spend it
just keep yourself a better person
ease out baby, let me get you another corona
her brown skin turns him on
i know he 's got shady eyes
even with his albino woman sitting by his side
yet he steals glances he's from kansas
what do you expect
maria don't even see him
but i do
i know the man that he is
he's that american
that thinks every woman
has a price
little does he know
he's setting himself up
he'll get rolled when he walks out
hopefully he'll never come back to cabo
this ain't no vacation
- glen still
Death Is Picking Me Apart
Death is picking me apart
I never realized
That it would come to this
On the other side of the fence
Like some bad neighbor
Throwing trash
Not respecting property owned
By others with dreams
Ya! Death is picking me apart slowly
Its come hard to the realization
This shit is getting crazy
My best friend just took a settle down
I didn’t even know it
I kept calling and calling
No answer!
Too late motherfucker
Disconnected!
Death is picking me apart
My soul can’t contain this
This shit is re-arranging me like dominoes
Playing hard like some old black man
Stuck on a ghetto corner
Only in this game
No one ever wins
The truth of the matter is
No one ever loses either
Figure that shit out
If you can!
It’s just that pain
That creeps in every few seconds
Damn! I wish I would have answered your call
I thought I was just too busy
What a fool I was
Ya! Death is that phenomena
That makes you question everything
Well, you know what man?
I want to let you know now that you’re gone
You were that brother from another mother
We saw eye to eye
I knew you better
Then you knew yourself
I just wish I could’ve been there
When you hit the floor
Been a Jesus!
Resurrected you!
Brought you back!
But I know that this is just me wishing
Death picks us all apart
When it’s our time
The clock stops ticking
Stop
Dead Stop!
Dedicated to Steven Everhart Jr.
My friend, my Brother…RIP Man!
- glen still
Planet Cortez [Agog]
A few stars linger on
Very faint and barely lit
From the journey that I return from
Missile men and pound cake
Not the kind you eat
Gold inside our burn
As we lift off from Manor Moon
We make a drift into Luna migration
Immigrants looking for a new home base
How can I ever tell you?
How bad it got in 2211…
With all the trophy's that were worth killing for
I strapped my gun
Underneath my arm
And jetted to a brand new world
Just so I would not have to kill again
Now I am a rebel
But not a killer like the Conquistadors
We picked our targets with precision
I just could never live with my conscience
As the murderer of everyone on the planet
My conscience is now Neil Young
He has become our god on this voyage
Like Cortez who killed them all for one simple gram
Gold blood flowing demon
Changed the purpose of anything that I set off to discover
Eventually we named that planet
Agog, The Angry God of Gold
Because as much as we brought back to mother earth
It was never enough
- glen still
god inside of us
I sit here by the sun
In the light of the moon
I play hooky because I can
I don’t show up
Until I have too
But I always come
When you come knocking
Because I love you
I mean like
I really love you
My ship is directed towards Mars
I may get a little side winded
But when you call
If you just ring my number
I will lay all this down
Forget what I was called to do
I will forget who I am
If you call me
If you say you need me
For anything
I will come running
My hope is that the clear sky
Will be bright in your eyes
My conscience is wound tight
On you and all you would ever want
If there is anything I can do
Even if I have to come back down
Re-arrange the stars
I could and I would
If you needed that
From me
I sit here in the light
The sun shines
The moon is blue
The universe reminds me
Like an ocean
Swimming into the future
I see you
I see me
Like I see god inside of us
I see you and me
Living one to one forever
No matter
What happens here
- glen still
Future Fuel
I have to tell you
I have seen the future
It ain’t good
It don’t get better
Now I don’t mean to be a Jeremiah
But if you don’t look around then that religionist
Will put you under his thumb
Claim that god came here to judge you
But know this it’s the simple truth
You are only judged by your own delusions
I have heard the wailings of the incubated
Souls lost to nothing more then a logo
And let me tell you it ain’t pretty
They do nothing but cry all night
Shift and turn in a lost paradise
The main thing they despise
Is the fact they believed the lies
They bought and spent and broke the bank account
Then they maxed out all the credit cards
Oh my lord, they are slaves now
There is no freedom
When you owe Peter
When you’re trying to pay off Paul
But the lie is they owe themselves
And they don’t even know it
They have robbed their own grave
By their own participation
In the greed that they never saw coming
I have glimpsed the future
The Nano Trackers stuck inside every vein
The sky warden under all the skin
Not willing to give anyone a pardon
The essence of every human
Will be utilized to the inth degree
When they die they will be used as fuel
Bred for nothing more then to max out the store
Then when they can’t pay the debt
The black masks come knocking
They are there for the taking
Burn them up make them suffer
Make another house light up the block
Until they themselves have maxed out the cards
Until they can’t pay the bills
When they have sold all their children
When they have a number on their forehead
The future owns them
All because of the greed
That they allowed themselves to feed into
They sold themselves for a mere mirage
They could never catch up to the Jones’s
Now they must give back to the cause
Burn baby burn
Hey thanks Mr. Smith
For lighting up my front porch
- glen still
history has written [the way we use to be]
We use to wile away our moments
Talking about the future
Exchanging ideas
On how to make our world
A better place
We use to take pictures
And never be under surveillance
We use to glue them
Into our scrapbooks
We use to be really proud
Of the crowd that we had evolved into
But you know now...
I don’t hear a single person
Say a single thing
We use to be so content
Staging our week day by day
We use to be able to drive the distance
Without filling up the tank
Oh now, how we pay
I don’t get it
But who am I to think
That as much as we use to spend our excess
On things that brought us happiness
That the day would come
When we can’t even buy the children band-aids
There were days I can remember
When we had the dignity to acknowledge our neighbor
But that day has turned to the worm
And the stench is just too much too take
The way we collect our road kill on the side of the avenue
Hire some fool pay him a hundred grand
Give him two weeks vacation
And call him a patriot
Reaping in those war time profits
We use to wile away our moments
Thinking that we were headed into better days
But that was so long ago
It don’t even seem like yesterday
Because as far as I look back now
I can’t see anything
That resembles the way we use to be
We were loved the world over
Held up on pedestals
Our spirit rested in every heart
Our passion was our hallmark
Now we can’t go anywhere
Without someone
Telling us to get out of town
We use to be the pride of the universe
Painted pictures of our flag
Graffiti-ed every foreign wall
But now the only scribbles scrawled are
USA GET OUT NOW!
No one wants us anymore...
What have we become?
Because I remember when we use to wile away our moments
Thinking that we were headed into better days
But that was so long ago
It don’t even seem like yesterday
As far as I can look back into
I can’t see anything that resembles
The nation we use to be
- glen still
Dolly Leaves An Image (Dolly’s Phone Call)
I got Dolly on the line
She’s sick & tired says she’s coming over
I hang up start cleaning up
I’m really down now that I have to work
Just to get laid
I pick up socks
Scrub the bath tub
Hope like hell she don’t have to shit
There’s no toilet paper
That never stopped me
But I’m not her!
Ahh! Fuck it!
I’ll lay out some napkins
What a genius I am!
I call my buddy ask for a loan
Say I need a good bottle of wine
Maybe some alcohol to speed things up
He bitches & moans says I better pay him back tomorrow
I say I will I promise
He says he’ll be right over
I owe him one & I better not forget it
He calls me his bitch as he hangs up the phone
I move into the bathroom again
Make a move to improve my personal hygiene
I strip down to jump in the shower
Get the urge to deliver a present
Remember that there’s no ass wipe
I hunt down my cell phone
Walking through the rooms of my house
Naked on the phone pleading with my imbecile buddy
Hay man I need one more BIG favor
Can you stop & grab a roll of t-paper?
No! Really! Please…
It’s not like I’m your bitch asking you to buy tampons
When I hang up I reassure myself it really isn’t
The water pouring hot streaming in the shower
I get in & fall under a long day at work no pleasure
Expect for this water hitting me right now
Oh Ya! & The sex is coming
I’m getting incited
But there’s no time for self love
I got the real thing coming over
I dry off & promise to myself she’s gonna get a real stud
Homeboy rings up says he’s left the stuff on the front porch
Bitches at me for not answering the door
I explain hey “if I was a report card you see a big fuckin’ F”
You should know the deal
Gotta clean the kitchen vacuum the living room
Change the sheets & all that shit
Hey man! Give me a break
I’m just trying to get laid
Then I get a phone call coming in
I say hey man I gotta let you go
Its Dolly calling probably needs directions
Thanks for the wine & the vodka
I don’t mention the toilet paper
Dolly sounds depressed & I immediately recognize
That she is still at home hasn’t even left yet
I wait for her to tell me what I already know
"It’s late I know I promised
I was feeling a bit horny
But I have to work in the morning
I know if I come over we won’t sleep"
Like that makes me feel super human at the moment
It does but I don’t say anything about the hand job I just got from her
I respond with
“Its ok I was just getting ready to go to bed
I almost forgot you were coming over
We can do it another time”
I really mean
“Don’t ever call me again you bitch!”
I pop the vodka out
Throw in a DVD of my favorite porn
I’m ok but it would have been nice
To get laid by Dolly
Instead of “Pleasures of the Sinful Nature”
Thank god for toilet paper & some imagination
- glen still
EGO (it goes by in real time)
I look inside
I see a wind sheered mind
Hoping for hope in breathing breathe
The simple reality is
That we could love one another
Without pointing a machined barrel
In the direction that is anything outside of us
Anything that doesn’t elaborate our perfect status
But we choose not too
I glue myself to the inevitable
With the ridicule and the
“You could be a millionaire”
I just shrug that kind of shit off
I have heard it so many times
These are days long gone by
I don’t have it inside of me
To claim some fleeting fifteen minutes
I am not that desperate
Circled inside and out of me
The last thing that flows through me
Is your fucked up ego
I know this makes you all pissed off
And so it should
But why should I have to tell you
How stupid you’ve been
Open up your eyes and see
Look into the mirror
All the reality that awaits you
It’s not scripted
It goes by in real time
Lose that fuckin’ ego
Un-climb that mountain
Come down here with me
Enjoy every fucking minute
- glen still
sense of it
I go the day
Un-swayed by anything
I am more then human
I can prove it
I except the ignorance
Of the dairy queen lick
Getting lock-jawed
For no damn good reason
I saw that coming
It’s some sort of anti-freeze
But only frozen
Some GHB thrown onto some aqua toys
Just to throw everybody off
Just to fuck up a few minds
But I see that froze dead end
It just alerted me
I’m in my prime and I catch everything
No movie will ever wake me up
Just reinforce what I already know
By the time it hits the sliver screen
It’s been fifteen maybe sixteen months
On the news stand in the midst
In the blog that no one will ever read
Like Steve Lendman and his take on things
Just to stand side beside a man like this
Try to honor a humanitarian for his time
And any one that opposes something like that
Is a goddamn drain on the soul
Look, I ain’t all that perfect
But at least I listen
At least I learn
Ya; I hear everything
You just don’t know it
I grind just like you do
Trying to make some sense
Out of all this shit
- glen still |
