everywhere_and_nowhere raze you are everywhere and nowhere now: in the thick face paint worn to ward off spirits too awful to name, in the shallow breathing where waiting happens, in all the knotted thoughts that give way to hunger and headache, and in the indentations too small to be noticed, fragments of hip and elbow pressed and depressed, wearing the evidence of curious psychic fingers that held on loosely until they could grasp no more. 140825 what's it to you? who go blather from