claymoore unhinged everyday i go back to the test to see how i am feeling today. no matter what day of the week or month i was always a very high borderline. i've learned how to speak without you, how to build walls with doors that don't crumble and keep out the draft. the end of laughter and soft lies, the end of nights we tried to die, this_is_the_end. we all felt comfortable supporting each other's weakness. i thought that eventually we would all get better together. we could all recover through use of each other. but we just used each other to sink, weighted. it's weird to look back at what you thought was keeping you alive only to see that it was holding you down. i guess part of me will always love you, but i'm just so tired. just so tired of seeing things that don't want to be fixed. i am ready to recover. dirty streets, empty seats. i found a new place far away from you. i may still think of you time and again. but when i listen it's going to be through thick baracades of solid stone. 030312 ... ever dumbening we used to call pot seeds in the bowl claymores. i didn't learn why until many years later when someone pointed out that a claymore is a landmine. pop. 061210 what's it to you? who go blather from