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If ever there comes a day when the demise of the human race looks imminent—when, for whatever reason, things get out of hand, & we accept our inevitable defeat in the face of pissed-off trees that can communicate with Mark Wahlberg forces beyond our control—if, in that time, some organization decides to create an encyclopedia of the human experience, a multi-sensory reference guide to life as lived on Earth, I hereby suggest that the official olfactory entry for "Feet" come from my stuffy closet of a dorm room.
That is all.
Today's Headphone Fodder:
Sometimes I forget how fantastic this song is. But then it comes up on shuffle. & then I dance, a lot. Platonic punk, excellent lyrics—she wasn't what you'd call living, really: she was still awake! So, so good—amping, ever, for the weekend.
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