dead_in_the_eye raze a lot of things are in books, and a lot of people don't remember anymore. it's not a pleasant thing to think about, though it can be cathartic to write about. silent siphoning achieves a level of importance we don't ascribe to it. our life wasn't tenable. the music was absent, but maybe the lyrics were there. if there are any words in the water, it's just a minute — sixty seconds of weakness. the eye is the enemy. i don't need dreams i haven't seen. 250919 what's it to you? who go blather from