Darling, do you promise to love me in the punk times? Love me in the wussy times? The fat wallet times? Baby-mine , you held the chromatic tuner to your lips and expressed a perfect G. Meanwhile, my tape machine sings a rattling A#.
I bus home happy this evening. The city's feelings are a din. Like that one time on Buffy (Season 3, Episode 18, production code: 3ABB18).
Mucus adheres. The mucus of my music adheres to your waxy canals. Thank you for listening.
Things have changed a lot and this is a heavy thing to consider. My love for you is still eternal and tender.
CDs, tapes and downloads to follow.
Today, something just clicked for me and there was no fear.
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