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Betting on the bull in the heather Manal is fine. Remas is fine. Zahr is fine. Life is fine. How does anyone manage to be anything but livid, incensed, and froth with anger every workday? It feels like lying. It is lying. Everything is lying. The world isn't full of life in my eyes. It's a sort of narcissism to indulge that feeling. I do not trust laypeople. And I believe I need to learn how to do it in spite of the trite observations. Most American moderates agree with Trump on certain things, y’know. Because there's a little Hitler in all of us, I guess. I don't think its unique or profound to wax on about how much you don't like your coworkers. So I won't. I woke up thinking about STATIONTOSTATION again. There's a flavor I'm acclimated towards that's creeping its way into my day-to-day once again. It's all so... dry, it feels like. Y’know, cause I'm hooked on Sonic Youth again. It's been a while since I indulged in some of the sublime ...

I smoked one cigarette at the club and I feel horrible this wasnt as fun as the one at Big Pink. I think I won't be smoking anymore. That was the second cig this year, the third of my entire lifetime, and to be honest it sucks major ass. Press Kit draft done, speech draft done, new cover and new takes recorded, helped a new friend, drank tea and relaxed. The song I covered was St James Infirmary. A blues standard, taking particular inspiration from the take of Cab Calloway. Specifically, the one for Fleischer. I felt that I needed to have a piece of culture in the project, yknow. To bridge tradition and transgression.