nudge raze there's a skeleton of an emotional response system here just begging for a sandstorm. where once were momentous waves, now there are icicles that fall & shatter with their own skewed logic. so i ride the crest of a frozen wave, or my mind's approximation of a wave, into the unremitting cold of my own void. there's something almost comforting about screaming all of your passion, all of your wanting & choppy energy into nothing. with all filters negated, there's no chipping away at clarity. no compromising the purity of your viscera. i'll nudge you alive, if you let me. & then i'll let you die, like the dust of winter's indifference. 031217 ... birdmad standing on the precipice a little edge here a little abyss there 031217 what's it to you? who go blather from