tattered raze there's a comfortable shirt torn almost beyond the point of wearing. but it won't be made into a rag. it's one to wear on lazy days spent alone in the cave. there's something about things that are on their last legs. each step they take is shot through with purpose and tenuous promise. 130530 ... Pilgrim I own a few of these, shot through with memories softly comforting. 130530 ... raze i haven't worn it in years now. i don't think i could get my arms through the sleeves without whatever hand i trusted to do the heavy lifting losing itself in one cotton cavern or another. but it still hangs in my closet. 221203 what's it to you? who go blather from