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A return to healthforms and I think I like that. We've got a purple chair that offers supreme crosslegged support. A little lamp. A turntable. I do jack shit for hours each day. WFMU and WSUM archives at work. Vinyl at home. Human tape. Scan // listen // eat a big fuckin' steak. The leaves are pretty much dead by now. I'm ready; batten means both to secure and to overeat. I am covering my bases. I rarely rock a belt.

Let us have the whipping snow.


I think that I hope that we get it big and deep this year. I have no reason to think that I won't regret my wishes should they come true. But I'm getting fed up with this frozen gravel bullshit.