plants raze he doesn't know any of their names. it's always this one and these ones and that one over there. "i planted this one," i hear him tell his sister. "but i'm gonna dig it up and put something else there." this is why we have no common ground. he'll kill something he helped grow just to fill the chosen darkness of his days, when all i want is to find a way to let what i love live a little longer. 260725 what's it to you? who go blather from