flash_freeze raze it's coming. just in time for christmas. rain_and_snow. thirty mile an hour winds. cold cruel enough to turn streets to sheets of ice and flesh to frozen flame. do what you want with me. rip this heated house from the earth. pound me into pulp if it be your will. but spare the ones i love. let them live a little longer, so i can carry what they've given me into a year too young to know it's doomed to die like all the rest. 221221 what's it to you? who go blather from