roof_runners raze wake from enough middling sleeps, and you'll come to find comfort in unexpected pockets of living. smear of flesh and scrape of claw on asphalt quilt the only alarm you trust. you'll think, "those are my friends, saying good_morning the best way they know how." and when they mark your home with piss to call it theirs, you'll smile. 221109 what's it to you? who go blather from