we_fucked_up raze the world is falling down around our ankles. a woman warns us of what's come to pass, her voice bland and bored and pumped out by the universal public_address system. its speakers sensed but never seen. she says we might slow the poison's progress if we can keep our mouths closed. it isn't the air we're taking in that's going to end us. it's what's already living in our lungs. all we can do is hold our breath and hope for a miracle. i would rather wheeze out one last string of words to let you know you're more to me than the limbs and ligaments that make you move. we fucked up when we forgot what it was to really see another person. after our bones have boiled to broth and our eyes are only viscid herbs, i'll still know who you are. 260818 what's it to you? who go blather from