Season two is good, lemmings.
We're trudging, scuffling deep in the valley twixt twin peaks of heat. Fire walk with yourself, bub, I'm sweaty [ed. note: figuratively as the Slab's air's conditioned in addition to asbestosed] enough as is, thus, this, meandering rivulets of passivity, all reading + listening, all the time, but the pen remains dry as Charlemagne's bones, assuming of course there's no bathtub mildew wherever his pieces-parts lie; Aachen, the McDonald's in Aachen, Otto's Irresistible Dance Emporium.
[read read read ---> half-ass'd ponder]
This place is vinyl with the needle stuck, isn't it.
Tweaking the tweaks of last month's piece, la belle vie.
Place is more than this place.