These machines around us, they can tear you in half.
Trucks.
Supply chain, capital gains tax.
The death of you,man.
The shit you worry about…
I’m fucked up too,
I’m aware of a shit show.
Still…
Still man.
This thing…
Have faith?
I might take recordings of Kevin, and clip up the audio, have him talking to himself in different ears, just rambling on.
Let me clarify.
I want to record drinking Kevin, and play him back to himself…
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“I don’t like what you’ve got me hanging from”-pretty noose, Soundgarden
I caught the mold today, pick it up, and throw it away..
dawn 