history_does_repeat raze one day we're going to get our secret revenge on this hideous planet. it has become, in many ways, a glue-less, joyless place. it takes so much for us to connect with each other. we're a hurricane in waiting — a sound disguised as wanting, thrilled with commendable company. it seems inevitable that some of this will come back around again in one form or another. history cannot be defeated. 250727 what's it to you? who go blather from