lord raze all i ever do anymore is take his name in vain. i can't remember the last time that wasn't the case. there's nothing holy there. just surprise, or contempt, or unadulterated anger. minutes ago, a blast of thunder like nothing i've heard all year shoved my heart into my throat and i let the fullness of him fall from my mouth. this is when the turbulent rain our mediocre meteorologists said would dog us all day decides to show up, pissing on my plans to turn in for the night. jesus_fucking_christ. 230701 what's it to you? who go blather from