There is an overwhelming sense of weird in the air lately. Trying to pinpoint its origins leaves the observer of weird at a loss. It’s just one of those weird seasons, and for once, it’s during springtime. This is new.
Pipe Dreams of Coming Clean
It’s not helping that I have a Slash song in my head. That guy really loves his nasally-vocalled frontmen. It’s really not bad. Just nasally.
The boy fell asleep early because I think he drank a beer tonight. Those things pack a wallop.
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