pissy raze i've come to believe this house is cursed. it's just been one thing after another ever_since we moved in. proof, should i want to accept it, arrived this afternoon. i was itching my ear while emptying my bladder when the glasses i've worn so much it's a wonder they haven't fused with my face fell into the wet mess my body was busy making. i pissed on a piece of my past that's still with me, too stunned to stop mid-stream. then i fished those filthy spectacles out of the modest flood that failed to finish them off and flushed away the evidence. 251013 what's it to you? who go blather from