say_no_more raze all the empty slots on your cd tower hold the souls of artists otherwise unrepresented in your collection. they peer out at you. wounded. mystified. here too is someone you lost touch with years ago. her handwriting as an adult is identical to yours as a child. an arrow doubles as a poorly-drawn watercraft. a wordless act of affirmation. you watch her cross out the fifth song on an album that exists only in her mind. you want to tell her that her favourite actor was found unresponsive on his bedroom floor this morning. better she hear it from you than from some tabloid talking head with no skin in the game. but you can't bring yourself to steal the smile from her face. you bite your tongue until it oozes and swallow this mess you've made. 250212 what's it to you? who go blather from