sketched raze see the thick piece of pitted paper left lying prone in the unloved grass. see the x'd out sun. the skinny body swimming in a loose-fitting suit. the sloppy curves of cuff and collar. the featureless face with three stripes where organs of sight and smell might have been if some other hand had helmed this. the limbs that hang limp. the tentacles or landscape lines beside and behind. see how the breast pocket leans like the first letter of your name. your first name. all sketched in black but for a small splotch of blue that bleeds through to the backside. see? 240904 what's it to you? who go blather from