wade raze they sent a monkey into space and gave him a name. they called him the word for walking through water. he got his own theme song. i watched it all go down on a grid of squares, standing in the hull of the same ship that held him once. i heard the voice of a man i knew when he was a child with a heart full of hate. he sang about the ever-present wade. now no one cares about visiting places they can't find on any map. they just want to piss on something pretty so they can say they've made their mark. a bunch of punk kids did their best to defile the abandoned vessel. i broke the arm of a teenager who tried to stab me in the stomach with thinning shears. when everyone else had gone, i got the rig up and running again and set off for parts unknown with the only person i knew i could trust. it didn't hit me until we'd left the earth's outer crust that we didn't have space suits or enough oxygen to survive the trip. 230523 what's it to you? who go blather from