preserved raze i was a high_school freshman when i got the best haircut of my life. not that linda ever steered me wrong. but this one night she gave me some approximation of the stylishly messy look that was considered cool at the time. it was perfect in its studied imperfection. her hands made moves no comb could counter. i didn't dare take a shower for fear of fucking it all up. i slept with one ear touching the pillow and everything else floating free, desperate to preserve what i knew i couldn't keep. i_woke_up with a stiff neck and another twenty-four hours of magic and mayhem to contend with. 240829 what's it to you? who go blather from