hermetic raze "you take everything to_heart," he used to say. "do you want us to keep you in a soundproof glass room where no one can reach you so your little baby feelings won't get hurt?" i never said anything back. you don't belch into the mouth of a beast that's built to chew you up and shit you out a lesser version of yourself. but if i could step back into my twelve-year-old body, i would say: yes. that's exactly what i want. give me a world without noise, bereft of all the witless warriors who wield it with the hope of wounding me, and i will live and die a happy boy. 251016 what's it to you? who go blather from