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I’m flipping these keys on the carbon glider back to the big smoke from Delaware. 2 am. Two days of spinning trax with Cheeky Fortuna and the Goose Boys at Cradle Beach. Little Jonny Cadbury skipping in with warm Chow Mein and blister pax. High times with the rowdy boys.
New issue of Gnome being primed with trigger groups and tuff writing, I’ve got a three page on Slick Tam and The Parts, all faux-harp and synth brass. Kids’ll puke.
More to come... (this is just touchdown). Keep this blog wireless. Don’t tell your friends. They suck.
I’m flipping these keys on the carbon glider back to the big smoke from Delaware. 2 am. Two days of spinning trax with Cheeky Fortuna and the Goose Boys at Cradle Beach. Little Jonny Cadbury skipping in with warm Chow Mein and blister pax. High times with the rowdy boys.
New issue of Gnome being primed with trigger groups and tuff writing, I’ve got a three page on Slick Tam and The Parts, all faux-harp and synth brass. Kids’ll puke.
More to come... (this is just touchdown). Keep this blog wireless. Don’t tell your friends. They suck.
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