hell_song raze i dream of slamming an unread book against my bedroom door until it breaks into pieces. then i open my eyes and make the dream real. this_is_why: injured engines made to moan in ways they never wanted to speak. a man who spends fifteen minutes trying to bully his dog into playing with a ball she shows no interest in. a woman who watches while her husband disfigures an unblemished bookshelf with a circular_saw. the ceaseless whine of time untethered from what's left of my life. people pay good money to watch souped-up muscle cars drive in circles, macerating morning's music with a moving metaphor they film with their phones. the sound of it seeps into me like cigarette smoke. i wish i were deaf. i wish the swollen sky would cave in and crush us all. i wish to wish no more. 250530 what's it to you? who go blather from