small_bird raze it's assumed you died while nightmares have been consoling you, but i have to sit untouched for ages. cold brim. soul slim. pulse is always racing. humanity loves a sky tinged with duality. you get as many pointed ideas as a shelf has. i'd like to take the bird's eye-view. and i will, in a minute. an animal will tell you what they want. you just have to pay attention. 250421 what's it to you? who go blather from