cut_from_the_same_cloth raze your entire family is the same. all strong coming out of the gate, and then you vanish, like idiot bowling pins carried away by rust-caked metal hands. the hands are your own. you carry yourselves away. it's not supposed to be taken personally. you're "free spirits". it's part of the unspoken deal. there's a fine line between being a free spirit and being a flake. cross it at your own peril. and don't expect to see me waiting on the other side. 130419 ... unhinged testosterone is my kryptonite 130419 what's it to you? who go blather from