Feed it a buck or it'll just play on random.
Monday, January 04, 2016
And I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like this
Some brittle music for the start of the brittle time. The world is white and the wind is unforgiving.
Still, there's some life under the ice glaze, and away from it, inside.
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