These are like a sandwich with me in the middle — actually it’s an electro-couple of two of me, but still just one performer, as it were — if you want to visuallize that. It is disgusting, of course, from the wrong point of view or perspective or level of symbolism. Notice that we (the Americans) do not use the “Z” letter in that form? As in, “symbolizm” and not how I spelt it.
I was born with American blood in my bloody veins. They are soooooo bloody on the inside. Mostly water, I hear. (do I hear water? is it real?) You might want to skip the middle part of this by “grabbing” the slider and moving it to the right until it gets to Neil Young. I remember listening to this song on my car radio (probably on KGON) as I took lunch break (around 7:30 to 8:00 in the evening, as I recall) during my swing-shift stint at NEC-America, back in the late 80’s-early 90’s. It was just about nearly 20 years ago is what it was. Then, long, long ago. Not long, long, loooooooooooong ago, however. Just the normal long, long. Like that. Moderatation. Somewhat. A little bit.
Okay, play, the, music:
This could be another entry. Instead, it is inserted at the end of the topmost (currently).
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Jast aboot innie won cud dew thistle thing hear. Knot hard et al. Descrambling is fun!
Channel: Digital Detroit Radio