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When it rains...

I wish it would rain. I wish the clouds would open up and just pour, pour the sorrow from my soul and with it bring fresh new life and flowers and beautiful growing things.

A lil man died today. He was only five. It grew from within his head, slowly squishing his brain against his skull. Can you imagine that? How that would feel? And they say that he's a loving god... don't get me started.

And to top it all off, here i am, stuck a million miles away, it's -93F/-70C, his mom is probably going to go kurt kobain on me, though she's not 27 yet, cause she doesn't know how to deal with the pain, and here I am, stuck a million miles away and it's -93 outside. somewhere in the background, through the silent clamour of the frosty snow and absorbing darkness, i hear annie singing something about tomorrow...