but_not_today raze here's how henry the potted flower screams: he gathers up the failed currency like scarabs, like scars, and whatever happens under the hood stays there. i'm sure there are less strenuous methods. maybe you won't hear him so much. stories cling to him like teflon tape. as for me, i don't know. i'll figure it out when the time comes. 260922 what's it to you? who go blather from