Imagine not being able to see out the window. Like a tile in low bit-rate so you glitch the outside cloudy sky in 32-bit — maybe 64-bit — who knows, crack shot. A bullwhip to slice. Parking the fucking car. Handling everything you can up to the measurement.
Someone you knew in the community. A family of sorts, but she never talk at you in school, so whatever the case; cooking with wine. Wasting so much time. The ultimate commodity in life: time. And this is you spending it here with Collin McKelvey tempering the The Golden Ass on No Rent Records. Have at it haus:
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