under_the_skin raze something's wrong here below the skin, beneath the sand. i'm just a puppy throw away from being hamlet. you're the one with pimply hair and time-retracted questions. i request a piece of your soul. that's about the thinnest of advances. looking out the window, it's not such a tiny thing to take. it's like having hands on the inside of your back. we're never born dead. see? 250724 what's it to you? who go blather from