(Don't Worry) If There's A Hell Below We're All Going To Go

There are no things to write.
There are no things not to write.
All perish here.

In the past week and a half I have downloaded 24 albums - nearly three gigs of music.
All I do is listen, and get more.
My brain is simultaneously vacant and stuffed full of hot cotton.
I'd like to have all decisions made for me from now on, please, just point me in the direction I need to head. I would like to run for office.
I will wave and smile.
I will make the perfect figurehead. People will think the thing in my ear is piping in prompts for my acceptance speech.

Instead it will be this.
This is much better than talking.


(Note: The line "Play as funky as you can, Slim" may be the slickest thing ever said.)







CHANGEUP



You. Arcadian. What is your music. Give it here. I will feast on it.