warbler raze i could have loved you if you were just a little less eager to be the first thing i hear every morning. instead, i ate my apple down to the core and thought about how i was going to beat you. i found the screams of an animal that aims to kill your kind. i held a shoebox tape recorder in front of my laptop and let the built-in microphone do the rest. i recorded a little less than a minute of hoarse battle cries and hoped the third-generation sound would serve as a decent approximation of the real thing. it's done some good. you're still here, but you're farther away. the noise you've been programmed to make is easier for me to ignore now. i know the cruelty of what i've done, putting the fear of death in you to buy myself a bit of peace. but i've tasted that same terror. i survived it. you will too. 220416 what's it to you? who go blather from