i_do_not_know_where_to_go raze if i go to the corner of the staggered house — open door near the eye of the window — it's fitting to find nobody there. i dip down to the spider's lair and lose what little is mine. what i see in it is a hand. a nuclear fist in my face. the day's crust unfolding to dominate the tale with pair simplicity. all these people — all this space — to ruin my mind. i mean what i say. i'll think everything i've thought i said. 250802 what's it to you? who go blather from