Remembering Winston week last December. It’s fun to mellow.
His peeps still haven’t called my peeps, though.
The band. Weird. Nasal. Funky. Distracted. Whiny. WTFy.
…to quit qwriting these qwestern themes…
Bow your head. Now look up to the rising sun. You’ve been synth’d. Resolutely.
I can’t put my finger on it. Which is too bad because it seems pretty tasty.
Alex Lifeson solo over Michael Jackson beat.
No one is watching. Unfold.
before talkies.
Simulacrum. A flute strains for sentience.