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Listened to Alex Cory's electronica project called Project Interrupt. Because he asked his friends on Facebook to listen. I notice not many friends respond to these kinds of requests on Facebook. Not many poets even "like" things, apparently. It's a crying shame.

I got into the music more than I thought. Goth industrial disco beats is not my style. It was good to hear Alex on the keys, as always. And on my Rhodes too!

Dancing through the graveyard. New Daft Punk gets me through to completion.

Monday, Monday, so Bob Law's low blow law bomb.

Monsters in NYC


what's with the eyes in the plate?


Deep in thought.


This is what I imagine Oscar Wilde's sister might look like.

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