viscera raze two tantrums on tape. the kind with the transparent casing. no song is more than two minutes long, but they all hold remnants of our tattered youth. i can feel the veins that wrap around my right thigh when i dig my nails into a feeling that won't leave me. see the scars behind my ears? evidence of the accident that robbed me of most of my mind. it's always night on this tv screen. a family of animated anteaters falls apart as a wry narrator's voice soundtracks their unease. i'm an animal without a name, standing still on all fours. split my head open. see what makes me run. 230304 what's it to you? who go blather from