banding raze this tendon tastes like talking. wet words that won't be tamed cut into the noise that fills the gap between what's torn and what's too rigid to be pulled apart. two half-circles welded to a length of pipe wend their way into an unbroken arc, healing to ready themselves for fresh harm. and if you believe every circle is a wheel, we're all rolling downhill, getting halfway home before breaking down the best way we know how. 211025 what's it to you? who go blather from