Once something popped next to my ear. It was something loud, so felt like drinking soymilk and putting in earbuds would help. Next thing I knew, there was so much ear wax, I couldn’t hear anything at all. Like an amber coagulation of think mucus that just used skin grease to solidify into a fully —apparently— impenetrable mount. Until KRAAK broke the fortification with Köhn’s chissel in Kreis Plön. Take a stab on LP or CD this June 9:
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