following raze gone is just another place you can go. i'd follow you there, but i already know the way. closure and coincidence. some specific melody buried deep in dissonance. tell me i'm half a man and half grotesque, cooked from root to stem, wasted so i won't be wasted, whole where i cannot be whole. i'd ask what glues you back together when you're broken, but you won't break. you'll bend. 150711 what's it to you? who go blather from