minuet raze hours pass in minutes, and the only available food comes from some strange buffet that doubles as an unfinished oral history. an artist's life boiled down to a series of snapshots. each year a monochrome minuet with a single sentence burned into its abdomen. tattooed traitor. poisoned palm. he never looks happy. not even when he knows he should be. i couldn't tell you why they got rid of the test track back there. but i know why that smug soldier took a bullet between the eyes. kick a wounded animal around long enough and they'll chew through your soul, broken teeth and all. now blow the dust away. 220925 what's it to you? who go blather from