jerry raze our landlord likes to do this thing sometimes where he looks for weeds that have sprouted up out of the mismatched sod we call our front lawn. he plucks them from the earth with his bare hands and throws them onto the driveway, leaving us to clean up the mess he's made. it isn't just a pointless act of passive aggression from a self-made bully. it's an unintentional metaphor for the impotence of his entire existence. 230421 what's it to you? who go blather from