James Honeyman Scott
gives you a little beckola
n some real toggle action
in this here solo...
Saturday, April 5, 2008
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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5 comments:
Hurts so good actually kinda hurts, really. Elementals... wot's going on here? There was a lotta talk about that popping up in Vena's art last night. You were there, weren't ya? I'll tell you more about it later. Oh, I irritate the shit out of my coworkers 'cause I play drums with my fingers on my desk and work in my foot as the kick drum. I'm headed there to to plenty of that right now... as well as singing, telling jokes and playing the Saturday game I invented last summer.
do as in do, not to to as in tutu. Grrrr!
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