fluoride raze every_morning, before standing to sing the national_anthem, they would hand us a packet of something sweet with instructions to swish, not swallow. we were glorious and free, but only up to a point. i can still taste the sucralose and salt of wanting to take in what was toxic to me so i might come to understand how clean a dying thing could be. 260730 what's it to you? who go blather from