spoke raze your infant son spoke to me, i swear. while you made coffee in the other room, he curled his curdled face into a scroll that held his thoughts and took his first steps across the page without moving his mouth. telepathy isn't just a parlour trick reserved for people with a bit of extra stuffing in their cerebral cortex. it happens every day in lifeless living rooms and stuffy synagogues. 240824 what's it to you? who go blather from