i took mute moot boy out again, well he was still in my shoulder bag. i thought maybe it's time to retire mote moot mute boy, but i rescued him from basement oblivion and i can't just deposit him in a squirl hollow can i. he's my boy now for now in a way i can't abandon myself.

you see there's not even a shape where his mouth should be. it's just a place you stare at. you feel it in your lips.