half_asleep_poem_sixty_seven raze they had twenty-three meetings yesterday to determine if you were of sound mind. what would you do if a phone broke into your house? could you threaten it with shoulder blades if you were a different person — a flash of bones and story? your story isn't yours. it's an accident you planned and learned from. it went through me like ice on a slight day. now i ask you to alarm the audience in different ways, crippled by your own craft. you absorb whatever dream you get to be a part of. don't deny it. 240610 what's it to you? who go blather from