Still underslept, underachieving, underemployed; I’m sat at the computer, supposed to be working on some pitches. And the music player randomly throws up a segment of The Birth Caul, Alan Moore relentless, and while I’m still reeling follows it with “Drinking In LA”.
Jesus Christ, Jukebox. Why not just conjure up the Knife so I can cut my fucking throat, why don’t you?
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