Some things I wrote when I was 8/9 years old
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Sitting down to do a final listen through of the new album mixes before sending them off to mastering and the room is glittering. Three fat ... -
In the tunnel fear grips me, a dog. Whenever I die in videogames or drive like an idiot, little prickles run - starting at the feet then up ...
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I frequently return to this internal habit: I read screens and songs and weather patterns for proof of something excellent and heartbreaking...
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