knocked raze there was music in the way he did it. something orchestral. i mean, that's how it landed for me. it was the end of a theme or a bit of overused punctuation. i've never known the name. but i've known that melody all my life. you'd know it too if i hummed it for you. it's the sound of a spoiled moment with a smile on its face. it's a cartoon character getting their comeuppance. it's sucking in the sour smoke of bombast. feeling it fill your empty stomach. that was how he said hello for as long as we knew each other. the man who made me think i would die in my own home knocked on my door the same way. so there's music in everyone. for better or worse. 221207 what's it to you? who go blather from