my fingers are too tired from pressing buttons to press any more buttons. by the latter i mean keys. pushing keys. opening doors. making sleep. wake up beeps. my bedroom did a vanishing act. i left for 18 hours and it morphised from a dance party full of breakdancing teenagers getting fucked up to gallery of sculptures and a toddler watching a scrawled vhs of a bong. kinky black pikachu. we have some chickens now. ones called lunchbox. tuesday birdnames is playing a getdown, it kicks off their us tour. the last chicago band that played here on their tour was caw caw, with the smith westerns and marbin on walpurisnacht. not cacaw, theyre playing here in june.
CYA WOULDNTWANNA BYA .
until then ill be sliding around, creeping up on crumbums, freestyling on the pirate radio about bootie bread. free pizza. for sure for maybe for nope. sams broken lcd is plugged into a glitchy desktop monitor and it keeps changing from rgb to r-b and its hurting my eye now so i have to go to the horrors show now and drop off the kills' buttons. magic wands.
it looks like theres a pixel kitty cat crawling on the screen like digital roadkill.
AUTOMATICK
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