explode raze you find comfort in strange places when the world is too hard to hold you in its heart. like the drum sound they got on the second springsteen album. like the sound you make yourself when you pound your pencil_case with a pen you found that someone lost or threw away. clear barrel. no cap. something in its guts that shakes like a tambourine each time you strike your makeshift snare. the girl who sits beside you asks to be moved to a different desk, unsettled by a steady diet of staccato songs in common time. one day the pen explodes. blue blood everywhere. you wash your hands but they won't come clean. so you bless your chest with an open fist. one hit for every mark you've missed. 260905 what's it to you? who go blather from