The mental surfy jukebox. That rotating lineup of internal hits that flit through the skull. An incessant insistence borderline insane. And somehow these things tend to be break specific, where no song gets more than a couple spots and the needle hits the record without any warning and no control at all. There is something about the Lindell/Washington/Lafayette stretch that lines up "96 Tears. "
Don't ask me, I only work here.
And just to really fuck you up, here's this:
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