Monday, June 24, 2024

6/23/2024: the last great american novel about economic anxiety.

radio drama.

today i hungout with a woman. she was soft. we listened to sigur rós 's second album. i enjoy sex most with weird women i love but oh this was delightful too in its own way. my brain is becoming normal but the thought of the job application slog makes me want to die still. what if im able to only make a single song and never an entire album. i want to make an album. i want two girls to have sex to my music. i want my art to engrain it in peoples minds. 

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