freeze_frame raze the tv set is old and brown and smaller than my head. it shows me a man who's meant to be my brother. he stands and pukes up hatred. hot stinking colourless streams of it. maybe i'll do the same thing. maybe i'll grow up to be just like him. maybe time turns us all into monsters. but that isn't me yet. and slipping into someone else's skin has never held much appeal. i stop watching on a freeze-frame of his angry face caught behind the uneven prison bars of the title sequence. it's the same font they use in horror movies. 220612 what's it to you? who go blather from