i_keep_finding_things_you_stole raze i don't actively seek them out. the less i look for them, the more visible they become. it's the same way you only start to solve certain visual puzzles once you've given up and your eyes have fallen into an unfocused trance. not that this is a puzzle; it's a labyrinthine series of fissures i didn't notice when i was staring right at them the first time. i see them now. so many, i could never count them all even if i tried. they have an accumulated power that is terrible, and sad, and impossible to justify. if i can't undo the damage done, i can at least connect_the_dots and create a belated bibliography, for my own peace of mind. 130610 ... raze i still do. sometimes i don't check to see if what i'm about to build already exists in some form, and what i set down lands after some lyrics you copied and pasted and presented as if they were prose you wrote yourself. and that isn't even close to the worst of what you did. it's nothing but a pimple on the ass cheek of it all. but something i care about ends up attached to something you pilfered, and it makes me want to pummel your stomach until the explanation you never gave trickles out of the cracks in your closed mouth. i don't think making a piñata out of you would do any good, though. something tells me you don't even know why you did what you did. and_so the anger turns to something somber. and then i drink some water that's as cool as this waning heat will let me make it, and i don't feel anything at all anymore. just cold. 220510 what's it to you? who go blather from