angry_garden raze they say your fate is sealed by the sins you carry with you. every word unwoven. its head and other milestones ripe and unexplored. the wild press of robots frightens and sustains me. if my brain ever escapes the fierceness of that fire, i'll briefly make the best of it. i won't open my eyes or clear my mind. i curse the sound of being alive. 260619 what's it to you? who go blather from