gravest_sin raze i'm a serial sloucher. i lean into living while falling away from what keeps me alive, and the words i long to hear you say wander like the doomed and dying, wetting their faces with studied ambivalence. "do your worst," you say, and i give you my best, my gravest sin a lack of knowing what makes the two the same. 131019 ... ovenbird I believe I can fix what is torn by tearing it further. Every rough edge, every ragged nail, I rip it away with my teeth, trying to find something smooth and undamaged beneath. I need to be new and I'll chew right down to the burnished bone to find what's perfect below the skin. 251122 what's it to you? who go blather from