i_impale_myself raze i like it when the best metaphor precipitates change. more teeth gnashing inside the exoskeleton. in failing to move me, i find it doesn't matter how long something's been there. it only matters where it's come from. i can't seem to settle. in a way, i haven't felt fully in my own head. if in the new year i'm annoyed, my feet won't be visible. 261011 what's it to you? who go blather from