scratch peli it feels like such a secret 070627 ... ovenbird The midges found a way through the screen and made a buffet of the tender fillet that bears my name. And now I’ve torn into each screaming welt with ragged nails trying to get to the itch inside. I know it does no good. The itch persists no matter how much I claw at the collection of miserable Kinder Eggs with insect saliva full of anti-coagulants at their core. But I can’t stop. An itch, it seems, exists for the sole purpose of being scratched. An itch calls for injury. When we were kids we used to mark an X in each mosquito bite with our thumbnails. X marks the spot. This is where you dig. Don’t stop until you find treasure–that temporary moment of relief before your fingers come away streaked with blood and you have to start again. 260514 what's it to you? who go blather from