Even now, I occasionally shout “Tetsuo! Kaneda!” at inappropriate moments.
This band ends a song with someone screaming “We’re the greatest band in the world.” I might agree with them.
Even flow. Thoughts arrive like plaid-wearing guys.
We can’t all be a snowflake unicorn fractal.
Girlfriend in a quesadilla, I know. This is serious.
I can’t promise that I’ll like it. But I can promise to hate the bass player’s hat.
I’m on the right track, baby. I was Yorn this way.
These guys don’t look well.