time_goes_one_way raze the things i love: inexplicable happy or magic moments. strange city names. rural tombstones. that punishing springtime music? i can live all night on that shit. now all the rats are on ramps with almonds sewn into their eyes. what changes depends on what we're given. i'm waiting and i'm waiting and i still have words. 251126 what's it to you? who go blather from