a_blur_of_bad_ways raze in this city made of travelogues, i am the author of my own unease. the avenues of my abdomen do their rise and fall. maybe my body had enough of a drink that i don't want to see what happens to it. i peer into the abyss to set the whole scene aflame. i'd like to believe i'll smile someday, but it hasn't happened yet. 260730 what's it to you? who go blather from