licked_by_lightning raze holding the lightning in my hand — the flurry of a babe in which i dreamt the shade of my nights gone — i would guess at what you wanted. it's still a smell you're chasing in my chest. is it terrible? if i've drifted from the dregs, they've got me. i blame the water when the water winds down. you wouldn't believe the things i can sing. and that's everything. 260604 what's it to you? who go blather from