haywire

i don't know what's up with me and my non-updating.

the weekend was full. beach parties and back yard bbq's and roof bbq's and fancy-hotel-parties and a freak show in a dark room and irish bars with traditional music and beer. and fancy fancy dinners with lobster and filet and bottles of champagne.

and the other.

and the rest.

and stuff.

and radio signals are haywire in my head.

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