articulated raze every poet was a child once, and long before the burden of their words callused their skin to keep what was new from blistering, they must have known what it was to be happy, without a quill or a call to preserve it. we're lucky. listen to the music we make just by being alive. 220223 ... e_o_i Phonetics class has ruined this word for me, at least temporarily: I see it and I think I'm about to be asked a question about how sounds are produced. 220223 ... e_o_i It could also be an articulated bus, the ones with accordions in the middle that project their music in some unknown dimension. 220223 what's it to you? who go blather from