erosion raze i think it's the cold that's causing it. or it could be age that's seen fit to make music out of the mildest kind of mayhem this plumbing can stand. every time i empty myself and let the force of flowing water weigh down what my body isn't willing to carry any longer, i hear the plaintive wail of a dying animal. which i guess is what i am. i'm just breaking down in increments too small to see. so maybe what i'm really hearing is the sound of air slowly leaving the lip of the balloon i call my life, while my lungs scream for more. 230117 what's it to you? who go blather from