I write stuff. I occasionally perform it. You might have read some inscribed onto the dust on the back of a van somewhere, or on a train window. (I make noise as well, and occasionally also perform that). I'm in the North West (of nowhere). I like seeing and hearing the stuff you've done as well.
EMPTY IPOD Fallow time allows Long some, lone some: in space broods Music of my own DISCARDED IPOD Can I talk to you? First letter of 'tunes' ain't 'I' Headphones isolate NO IPOD Listen on demand: Where to scratch when there's no itch? ... I prefer to wait.
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