Goodness, the date of that last post! The laxness appalls me, really it do, but this unemployment + certain personal upheavals're hitting me with a depression as asphyxiating as huffed cornstarch (my Palace* records haven't gotten so ceaseless a spinning in years), and no way am I turning this thing into a Journal.

*W.O.'s most-tattooable lyric, to my mind: "Go over yonder/catch you a look/at what made us get up/at what made us tremble and shook". Top-shelf Oldham eerieness.