This sonic mumbojumbo is dedicated to that lukewarm, distant, unfamiliar future, wherever the hell you are. This is from the brilliant garage extravaganza, The Mess Halls.
I feel like hitting something, okay, throwing furry lightweight stuff. Or reaching out for my pinhole picture-creature. Either or. Aim and shoot, baby.
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