staircase raze you've made a mess of these pants and too many shirts to keep track of. you used to shred everything that bordered my left shoulder blade, until i took the wall out of the equation and started punching the carpet to ease my ass down onto the floor. i can't patch this pair of jeans fast enough to keep up with all the clefts forming in the denim. some of it's age, i know. but most of it's you. if i could take these turns like a normal human being, we wouldn't be having this conversation. after fifteen years, i still don't know how to fight past the fear you and your kind have cut into my brain. 220408 what's it to you? who go blather from