RIP Alex Chilton
RIP a weird, vibrating fear of the future. people keeping promises to one another = the bananas and stuff that power mr. fusion on the future version of the delorean. roads? not referring to anything specific, just had a lot of coffee and read so much about fantasy baseball that the entire world has a ZiPS projection and right now i am leaning toward the optimistic. whatever whatever whatever whatever. come find me, i’m floating somewhere above bensonhurst.