stung raze my throat is sore from screaming at the noise to die down. my hand hurts like i hit something. and god, i want to. just belt whatever might be willing to take it without fighting back. a window. a wall. a wormhole. it doesn't matter. but i wouldn't. i couldn't. i didn't. so how then can the hope you know won't grow bend your body into believing what never was is so? 240812 what's it to you? who go blather from