you_can_make_it_if_you_try raze this is the song i was listening to when i felt something touch my shoulder, shorn of the shirt that covered it moments before i started washing my face while shaking my shit to the sound of sly_stone and his chosen family giving good_advice. the tourist in the town i call my body was a housefly. i stared into its compound eyes and felt the tickle of its pulvilli as it took a few furtive steps across my skin. "show me what you got, brother," i said. and i swear to you the fly began to dance. 250624 what's it to you? who go blather from