maybe_never raze when someone shows up here struggling to find their soul and their body is irrelevant, their pocket is no longer going to fit in yours. i don't remember drawing that map as someone who still enjoys teeth. you can't have a memory in the moon. you're made of water. you're already running out of room to move in this world. i wish you'd come_back to me. 260722 what's it to you? who go blather from