raze_inspired pony I sat on my hands, and turned them to god, and heaving with all my might, hit him square in the face with everything he'd ever given me. They say revenge is cold, but I've never felt so warm. (on new_dream_lessons on "god, hand_warmers, and fecal matter flung with bad intentions") 240229 ... raze that just about knocked me over. leave it to you to take the thinnest outline of a random dream scene and repurpose it as something so powerful. 240229 what's it to you? who go blather from