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John Darnielle moonlights as my biographer and Insurance Fraud #2 was his attempt to persuade me away from a life of crime.

The song The House That Dripped Blood is about my house, the super spooky one inside my brain

Earlier today I just sat on my bedroom floor for a half hour adjusting fx pedals to transform a piece of noise music and more of my life should be like this

I want the Gravemind to be my Daddy

Sadness lives in your skin and most notably in your right knee.

In more of a chronic than an acute sense, it's p much just endemic to all the living tissue.

Listening to the song where Will Toledo insists he's not sad at all because I am, in fact, very sad

Indie Cindy broke up
Indie Cindy broke up
She broke up
Not for artistic differences
She just tore her studio down
Threw her equipment around
In cyclonic displacement
'Til it looked like her basement again

When you wear tights you can rub your legs together and this feels nice

When you're in bed you can rub your legs together and this is nice

When you're in bed you can rub your feet together and this is nice

I simply think it is cool, sometimes, to pretend I am a being of intense power rather than someone devoid of any agency

Catch me at my workplace making nonsense posts instead of getting the sleep I need to be up in time to leave work tomorrow morning

Every time I open my eyes laser beams shoot out and pwn everyone whose opinions aren't as good as mine

People like to say that actually twitter's good because you get to see famous people making awful takes but in fact tumblr is better because it ensures equality of dogshit takes, unmediated by blue checkmarks

Once I'm done with this I won't have one album anymore, I'll have *two*

I have 10/12 songs finished for my album and ngl it feels p good to be so close to completion

All this fucking video calling over the last few months has really hampered my ability to write somewhat concerning stream of consciousness proclamations on my blackboard wall

The one thing I learned doing competitive debate in high school is that private school kids are all soulless facsimiles of real people

My Urdu spelling is so dogshit it's funny, which is doubly amusing since unlike English it's actually phonetic.