take these, for these are my podcasts…
I have cursed myself by continuing ‘Recursive Mixmas’, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Merry Mixmas, ya’ll.
Listen. Laid off and running. What I know now? I’ll be alright without you. Seasons change, Love goes on.
These things… all these things that I’ve done? Shouldn’t be ashamed.
Time to kill… it’s time to get ill… the last time. A Promise. Promises, promises… What a fool believes?
Gimme some money.
One thing I absolutely LOVE about myself is how I often arbitrarily reboot/relaunch/rehash the same old shit over and over.
And I did it again!
I REALLY hope this works as well as it sounded in my head. And Happy Anniversary!
Next year? No Kennedy, I promise. It’ll be a ‘Signal Intrusion’ special. Thanks Max Headroom!
