house_of_dreams raze we paint ourselves into nonsense corner. what does neither room do? it pulls visual information. it seems to only remember so much. swallows our days. i can either say something for you or keep your thoughts away from me. i never wanted to reveal too much. not through my spine, anyway. the mercy, i think, was showing nothing at all. i hope your old apartment hates me. 260213 what's it to you? who go blather from