the_best_kind raze i cut the ass off the end of a page torn from a legal pad using child-proof scissors to make it the same size as all the other underlings. she gives me half an hour to write an essay in french about one of my favourite things. i have no pocket dictionary to guide me. no knowledge to lean on. i can read the words of others. i can say them out loud just the way they want to be heard. but i could never mark my mind with the mechanics of the language. i'm lost in a sea of sound that means nothing to me. all i can come up with is a title that curves back into my mother tongue as soon as it finds its feet: "le meilleur kind". the best kind. 240116 what's it to you? who go blather from