salutary silentbob everything you love is glass and with every word you say it breaks all is burnt by your charblack fingertips everyting you touch is marred by your unshakeable ability to destroy and you torch what you cannot have i run away, escape to new locations seek out new names and faces i smile politely and laugh when its expected of me i attend and pretend old games and new forgivenesses you paint the world a picture a giving pure spirit angry when it isnt provided your purity's spit our or swallowed there's no one i can find to share a melancholy moment with that hasnt' been scarred by your lackadasicality even the past seems admirable tho it hasnt been pretty but i know at least i lived thru it. 010128 what's it to you? who go blather from