Well, I thought I was over this crap--but when the white tanks are eaten by grey and rain wets everything, the old habbits come back.
My mind feels like it's going to explode, so I don't think this will be much more than a flash of a face in a crowd.
I've been listening to the British Sea Power: the Decline of the British Sea Power, Friend/Enemy (side b especially), and Joan of Arc: A Portable Model Of. They all give me a sense of something homemade, like babies or experience. This is my brother Jimmy. We have a pretty good time together. He is wearing Franny's tutu on his head. 
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