hold_on raze your retreating hairline and harley davidson vest hide a heart the size of this whole city. your daughter twirls a found feather between her fingers and loves on it a little with eyes that are still new enough to spot the shine around the shit you scrape off your shoes. her parka is every colour smashed into one. you hold her hand to steer her from a street lined with landmines and other cruel concealments. you could shoot out all the lights and still find your way back to what matters most. just don't let go. 221013 what's it to you? who go blather from