cotton_balls raze all the scaled-down clouds i rely on to moisturize my face have left the second sky within my reach. i had to dig one out of the trash tonight after it already gave up all its rain. i'll do the same thing again tomorrow, kneading one of the softest parts of me with the back end of my own failure to prepare for the inevitable absence of one more empty space filled with air. some people eat the things as a substitute for sustenance. there are only four ways that can kill you. 230511 what's it to you? who go blather from