break_the_shell raze tell a hawk not to fly. look an eagle in the eye. pour yourself in a gold container. come to see the chaos mix. how many places do you want to go? there's no point in going there or being_there if there's nothing there. one soft tongue, unstung, awakens to desire. maybe there were never any trees. only something that wished to break them. just politely lie if we're okay. 251209 what's it to you? who go blather from