no_way_to_see raze like a train, i was down — too weak to make a move. the psychic stench of being_there bled into the ground, only dull as water and dim as a useless debacle. before there was limping, before there was even anything, i wanted to see with my own eyes. you just looked at me and said, "your body was not made to eat all of that." 260323 what's it to you? who go blather from