fagmos weege? That's you, fagmo, sitting in the world you created, destroyed, and pitied. That's you, fagmo, crying your red eyes out for a calamity you caused. That's you, fagmo, pondering what might have been, had you chose another path. That's you, fagmo, worthless, frail, and weak. That's you, fagmo, your loathing cannot save you now. 050328 what's it to you? who go blather from