publishing_house raze this is where you come to have your work judged and disseminated, should it be deemed worthy of a wide release. the woman who pulls all the strings disappears into her living_room clutching a manuscript that bears the name of someone you once thought cared for you. the truth is the author in question cannibalized your soul. now she claims the voice she stole is her own. your throat thrumming through her mouth and puked up on pulped paper is enough to get a deal made. your own offering is ignored. people in positions of power always prefer a forgery to the genuine article. it's in keeping with the currency that's paid their way. after you've been dismissed, you sit in the driveway and stare at a blue binder that's as hard as being stripped for parts should have made you. your former flame finds you outside. with blood still on her lips, she smirks and says it'll be interesting to see which one of you dies first. she's already dead in all the ways that matter. but you don't tell her that. she'll figure it out for herself soon enough. 251221 what's it to you? who go blather from