you_are_the_things_you_don't_throw_away raze she is not just those things. she is all of these things. i don't know what my selected history says about me, but if we spent a while digging through the boxes in each other's basements and garages, we'd learn at least half of all we'd ever need to know about who we are and how we got that way. at least that's the message behind the song a dream wrote. "she's a vegetable, she's a vegetable, she's a vegetable," goes the chorus, and it sounds happy. it sounds like a celebration. maybe she's a carrot. maybe she's celery. 140425 what's it to you? who go blather from