whoop raze sean showed me who he really was when i was eating ham and cheese crepes for dinner_after_dark and sitting with the threat of this house being sold while i slept inside it. he was just looking for someone's coattails to climb onto. i guess he thought i was an easy mark. he didn't expect me to rear up and bite him when he came at me with the branding iron. the asshat had it coming. he stole a piece of one of my songs years before we first spoke. not a string of syllables or a chord progression. a wordless wail. i sang about falling in love with the absence of light and holding onto nothing. he replaced my synth pads with slide guitar and babbled about a life he never led. i don't know why, but there's something in that flimsy forgery that's always made me feel like crying. even if it's only a bit of my spit swimming in a stranger's mouth. 261104 what's it to you? who go blather from