some_things_just_stick_in_your_mind raze when the internet was new to you and there wasn't much of anything littering the landscape, you stumbled onto a review of a ken stringfellow album you still haven't heard. you can't remember anything the writer had to say about the songwriting. what's haunted the back of your brain all these years is the faceless friend who pressed a piece of plastic into his palm and said, "this album is so me," hours before doctors pumped her stomach to save her life when all she wanted to do was die. you'll_never_know who she was or if she lived long enough to outrun whatever demons dogged her on the day a critic slipped her into his column with all the grace of an unpinned grenade. 240606 what's it to you? who go blather from