god_is_real raze i know he is. because i saw him. i did. he didn't have a long white beard. he didn't even look as old as me. he had wavy brown hair. he stood at the foot of my bed and stared me down. i asked him for more time. his face told me he didn't care if i lived or died. i felt his indifference cover me like the blanket i was born in. he didn't want to be here. and i thought, how can the person who made the people who made the people who made the people who made me not want to be here? i'm just a smudge on a stone the size of the fucking moon, and i want to be here. he gave me what i wanted, anyway. 220304 what's it to you? who go blather from