the_dark raze i read a night that rusts. i love the list of the length of my sins. each chapter generally reflects a well-spread belief, as if it's some talisman asking advice from a lesser version of me. whatever animal finds what's necessary brings it back to their hollowed out home and spins it into a poem with pursed lips. just because no little critter managed to work a gift into a legless place, that doesn't mean i don't care too. 250926 what's it to you? who go blather from