keychain raze i only have the one key. it lets me get in and out of the house. not that i go out much. on one side of its brass face there are five numbers that mean nothing to me. on the other side there's a single word: "defiant". i tried to ease it off the ring so i could slip it onto a new keychain. i couldn't do it. the key wasn't ready to go. the fob is a piano that can't be played. there are thirty-six keys. two octaves and change. cracked black_and_white teeth that are so faded now, they look like they're disappearing. like everything i thought i was. not gone, but dimmed down to such a dull glow it might as well be. 220417 what's it to you? who go blather from