Out with the old, dusty introspective furniture. Burn it, break it, sell it. Put it out on the lawn for strangers to take away. Photograph it first, we need only remember it. Now, now this room is clean, and bright, and empty, let's fill it with the new things I need.
We're going to fill it with songs. Not because I loved this blog and wished to give it a new lease on life, but because wordpress is a cock, and won't let me host audio files.
Well fuck you wordpress.
Now this is happening!
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