its_not_a_good_morning sabbie "good morning" they sing at me, teeth grinning like skulls. i wonder how they can spot that from past their stretched lips. eyeballs bulging as skin stretches tight. fingers clawed, bound tightly into suits and stockings restricting breathing restricting thought shallow breaths in out hyperventilating their cheery song "good morning" 021113 what's it to you? who go blather from