i_am_a_puppet cr0wl on the hand of creation. 090905 ... unhinged dangling from broken heart strings that got snipped by your leaving 090906 ... raze i used to carry a little wire-bound notepad with me when i went out drinking. the kind with the wires up top. sometimes i would get ideas, and sometimes those ideas would become songs or blathes. one friday night eighteen years ago, i drew myself with hands that looked like mangled origami and a single foot that didn't look like a foot at all. i think the origami hands were supposed to be puppets, because i wrote this beside the doodle: "there's a reason i don't own puppets; i am a puppet." i was angry and confused when i was twenty. that's all that was about. what i couldn't have known then was that someday i would own not one but two washcloth hand puppets. they've never washed anything. i wouldn't do that to them. but sometimes they look at me as if they're wondering when i'm going to invent something for them to do. 210924 what's it to you? who go blather from