blackambulance

Below, in the chamber of silence, the hump machine works overtime. By the soothing sounds of Stab City Slit Wrists do I write. Come July, those brave souls who exist to west and north of me will get to be soothed as I am tonight. Y'all will be fucked up...teenage murder cycle....good good times...

Beyond this glory of the moment, nothing much has changed. better weather, better moods. I am horribly moody. Rock and Milwaukee's Best make life better...

Blessing on ye, readers, wherever you are...

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