on_the_day_it_rained cr0wl and somehow you happen to strike me with an arrow on the day when i am most vulnerable, like a deer who smells something sweet, a fawn in the foggy primordial light that steps, breaking small twigs to illicit only a small crackling sound, then, feeling a pain, as if the entire world has a fist, and the hit is with as though a flower. 090326 ... unhinged i stayed in bed under the covers wishing for you 090327 what's it to you? who go blather from