i_am_an_endless_loop raze i am the constant gardener, and currently my head is swimming. you only tortured me once today. there was a significant scar behind the pain — a burlap bow chiseled out of being left. i want to stash that in my skin, imbue it somewhere lasting, and admit that yes, i wept, in a way not a lot of people are brave enough to show up for, let alone admire. i take stoicism seriously. 250829 what's it to you? who go blather from