as_if_i_was_alone raze i've been learning what god is: bread as prose. language as volume. the weather facing a wall. a surfeit of small things. (he's also accidentally an art form when the mouse hides a small piece of cheese.) satisfied before the waking, i speak when spoken of and leave the house in search of love. it's only_hope i shall meet. 260701 what's it to you? who go blather from