magnetic raze the boy sits at a table that folds out into a bed and listens to a tape made by a friend old enough to be his father. a mock radio show just for him. between bits of banter are songs he's never heard before. the case sprouts leaves and seems to sway, though there's no wind or heedless hand to make it move. the b_side is blank. an invitation to make his own music. he plays clumsy chords on a keyboard, whispers words into the fearless ear of a black boombox, and rewinds time to hear the warble of his wail through the thick hiss of this moment. 260720 ... nr i just watched the breaking_bad episode where jesse says, "magnets? ...magnets? ...magnets?" and of course, "magnets, bitch!" good old blather_synchronicity. 260720 what's it to you? who go blather from