Faith in music beings to deteriorate once something feels too familiar. Even my wife just shit all over that Kero Kero Bonito album TMT put into their Top 50 of 2016. Then I slap on some MATERFAD COMPILATION by VV. AA. via Nyapster, and she’s just sipping wine reading about ankhs on YouTube. Then special guest star Whoopi Goldberg who celebrates Hanukkah. A gaze that’s just rubbing its hands a little too long. A hot head that boils you awake. Sideburns protruding from an ivy crown. When nothing fits, but things seem to find their own way of remaining comfortable. Like having to go through warning screens, pass-codes, elbow nudges, and integrity checks. Measurement of who’s the least amount of ego. Fax that resume:
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