rupture raze you stick with what works until it doesn't work anymore. you break a window and scream into the sawtoothed cavern you've made. screaming turns to singing, and a new_song writes itself out of nothing at all. maybe no_one hears what pours out of you. maybe there isn't anyone else around to lend some misguided meaning to whatever mutilated melodies blown-out glass has drafted with what little blood you have left. it doesn't matter. you don't stop until your voice is gone. and when all you are is air, there are still ways of making yourself heard. now breathe_out_so_i_can_breathe_you_in. 220515 what's it to you? who go blather from