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 what's it to you? who go blather from