chilly raze even the insects i normally need to worry about breaking in said, "fuck this noise." the only thing getting inside when i leave the door open is air. there was warmth on the median strip that sat in the center of the day. now nightfall shadows morning, and all i feel is cold. these meat hooks aren't made of ice. but press my fingers to your face and tell me they don't feel like winter's handiwork. 220927 what's it to you? who go blather from