holy_smack raze this is what you said when your tongue tripped over its taste buds while trying to find a pelagic fish and fell face-first into an open fist. i can't shake the feeling that there's something worth seeing in that accident of diction. that whoever or whatever may or may not be watching over us has been pummelling our puny bodies from day one, and the sting we feel when we falter isn't shock or shame or the emotional equivalent of a dead limb learning to live again, but the very real sensation of being beaten by an invisible man with a mean streak and a serious case of carpal tunnel syndrome. every birthmark a bone bruise made visible by the violence of grudging servitude. 260616 what's it to you? who go blather from