winston_churchill raze why so small and still so needy? you're my favourite jelly beanie. you must be silent. you must be sad. there must be something in the way. there has to be. throttled by a westward winding. this book has a narrow binding. no one's gonna touch it anyway. the shell of it is smoother to the fingers than the razor blades you're hiding underneath your tongue. you hold them there until it's just like breathing. i am reading upside_down. my feet are nailed to the ceiling. all my blood is in my head. i've heard some people call this healing. if i knew where i was going, i'd already be there waiting for myself to catch up with myself. i don't know a thing about the war my father's father's father's father fought. and i don't know a thing about the way you move when you're terrified of being seen for who you are. and i don't know a thing about salvation, or the way the cold can keep your brain alive. and i don't know a thing about a thing. a lie gets halfway around the world before the truth can get its pants on. your best lies are diplomats. my only one's a claustrophobic dancer. 241229 what's it to you? who go blather from