gloved raze then i was wearing gloves and i couldn't write anything down. i was wearing gloves until i took them off. i got into an argument that became a speech about people turning into other people. your hair is your hair, and your face is your face, but inside of you there's … some other place. it's a lonely feeling when you give a speech and there are people there to hear it but you can tell no one's listening. it's lonelier than talking to an empty room. at least the room listens. 140324 what's it to you? who go blather from