dull raze some_days there is nothing to say, and there would be no words to say it with even if it was there to be said. and some_days there is so much, and so many different ways for it to be conveyed, it's almost too much, and no explosion, however messy, whatever distance it might cover, however loud it might be, would be enough to give voice to every scattered-but-fully-formed thing that's there. today is one of those in_between days. 131206 what's it to you? who go blather from