notetoself sabbie and i grabbed hold of your shirt (i wasnt going to let go this time) but the look on your face, striken, panicked, and you tore away and i imagined i could even hear the noise. and then i was left holding the tatters of your pre-shredded shirt thinking "notetoself sab: always hold a goth by its shoulders, never by its fashion statement." 020416 ... unhinged time passes away 020417 what's it to you? who go blather from