i_know_the_darkness raze we invent humanity and teach it to bleed. so_what about this bath — this leveled filth? there's no soup at the bottom of the bowl. the birds cannot pander to the sky. nothing that soft of wing is going anywhere. people are responsibilities, things. i don't think we're beyond hope. but hope can be hard to come by. 250216 what's it to you? who go blather from