tighter raze hair long, thin, perfect cords of pink and red. eyes shimmering, infused with neon blue. hard truths told with a smile. arms rotating machine parts with cut teeth, one meshing with another, transmitting torque. left hand hovering above the dividing line between then and now. a line the eyes fail to recognize. she calls it the boulevard. 130306 what's it to you? who go blather from