ukulele_pitch_pipe raze i found you when i was tidying up. i'd forgotten i had you. you have the name of a county seat. you sing in fifths, the way i thought the train sang before i knew better, but without the overtones. you're more of a harmonica, with most of your teeth missing. one side of you sings in a. the other sings in c. your c is never all the way in tune, no matter how much breath it gets. you look like a tiny lego block that never became a part of anything. 140102 what's it to you? who go blather from