a_thing_that_happened raze here is a thing that happened. it grew out of other things, it grew into other things, but after it was where it came from and before it was where it went, it was the thing it was, and there was nothing else for it to be. it made someone shake their fist, and it made someone cry, and it made someone chew the inside of their mouth and decide there wasn't enough there to live on, so they'd have to get something to eat that was real food, that wasn't a part of them but could become a part of them until their digestive system broke it down and sent its broken parts to sing for the rats. rats sing jazz, and also show tunes, and maybe rap hooks, the parts of rap songs the maroon five douche or some other hairdo shows up to wail on, the cynical business sex moves disguised as buddy films in miniature, and the love you give away when you're not looking for a friend shows up wearing something loud and embarrassing and you pretend you don't know what that is, so it can't give itself back to you, and it ends up stranded on a dateless night. allen page thought of a thousand ways to settle the score in 1958. at least six hundred still apply. you're lonely for her. she's not lonely for you. 151014 what's it to you? who go blather from