time_turns_muffins_into_bricks raze blathing something on a blathe more than fifteen years after anyone last blathed on it. so, that's a thing. time is hard, and strange, and smooth as satin, and years are the shirts the fabric makes. you can layer them, but you'll never be warm enough when the cold comes in. 160826 ... unhinged (time turns a mountain to gravel) molehills_out_of_mountains 160827 what's it to you? who go blather from