migratory_chin_change
raze
(
after
fun_with_automatic_transcription
)
tendrils
of
frost
tell
me
nothing
more
will
flower
here
.
and
while
i
have
no
flight
feathers
to
carry
me
to
a
warmer
climate,
there's
this
stiffness
in
the
back
of
my
neck
.
see
,
my
head's
been
screwed
on
wrong
this
whole
time
.
my
eyes
and
nose
and
mouth
grew
out
of
the
occipital
bone
,
but
the
apex
of
my
lower jaw
was
left
behind
in
the
rush
to
adapt
,
and
now
it
speaks
to
me
the
only
way
it
knows
how
.
220110
...
epitome of incomprehensibility
*Applause*
You've
turned
my
(
and
YuJa's)
silliness
into
strangely meditative
poetry
!
Plus
,
I
had
to
look
up
"occipital
bone
" (
back
of
the
skull
,
I
see
).
220111
...
raze
i
only
knew
what
the
occipital
bone
was
because
of
a
medical
report
i
had
to
refer
to
in
a
submission
for
a
lawyer
once
upon
a
time
.
the
things
you
learn
,
and
the
places
you
learn
them
!
(
and
i'm
loving
the
thread
you
started
on
that
blathe
.
so
much
comic
gold
.
a
little
bit
of
inspiration
perspiration rubbed
off
on
me
,
and
i
had
to
run
with
it
.)
220112
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
