I might have tintinitus. Which is okay, because I'm just a cog in B. F. Skinner Jr.'s experiment. There ain't no cure for a cog - except something I can't remember far enough back to, cheap chinese axle grease.
And now to lighten things up, some pictures of beautiful latin babies, and the music of tito peunte.
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Got no one to talk to, so I’m venting online. So, I really tried to hustle this week. Applied to five places. Even with the xanax it was har...
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Actual composition instead of an hour-long improv indulgence, 'sbeen a while. I wanted to call it The Dandy Whoremonger, but settled on ...
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Doing a writing exercise, I guess, is what I'm doing. Because I've hardly written anything for months. Since I got sober, yet again....
not paranoid when you should be just one of my normal keyboard improvisations, nothing special, except that it's recorded on a real grand.
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