in_this_now raze today it's cold and warm. the gold in the sky is a reminder of everything: the new wet wilderness. the tired twitching of tattooed eyes. some still-sad reservoir. the touch i wanted and the meaningful stare all rolled into one. hair of the hand that hit me. the smiling knife that separates us. wherever you are now, honour disguises an ability to part. i should follow you down to hell. 250120 what's it to you? who go blather from