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Formerly CAKEBEEF.
Then I was a caveman.
Then I built myself a metal bird.

I publish Rosario Dawson Loves Me and SMAYARTZAYALWTIGAIAIK, which you should read.

I write about music on the internet.

Currently located in Seattle, WA.

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26th April 2010

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“Nice weather we’re having,” he said, wondering if he was being sincere or mocking something, unable to decide. “Sunny,” she replied, pointing to the sky. They stared at each other for several seconds, internal wheels spinning without traction, fumbling for substance or sentiment. The whole world was only a needle drop away from making sense.   All they needed was a soundtrack, to tell them what to feel.

“Nice weather we’re having,” he said, wondering if he was being sincere or mocking something, unable to decide.

“Sunny,” she replied, pointing to the sky.

They stared at each other for several seconds, internal wheels spinning without traction, fumbling for substance or sentiment.

The whole world was only a needle drop away from making sense.  

All they needed was a soundtrack, to tell them what to feel.