sometimes_there's_a_cactus raze i've snickered many times in this, my final year. where the car will get to, it won't often want to go. sometimes there's a cactus inside of us — a dead-eyed ditch that spits slow slippers. if someone handed the planet a fulcrum, we would use it to break them. don't give me your memories. i can't touch anything the way i used to. 250111 what's it to you? who go blather from