query: ruefully neglected blog will you rise again?
verily came the deep-throated and foul-breathed reply. the voice continued, gravelly echoes resounding off the corners of my cranium: i will thrash their pathetic little literary minds. i will rock...
around the clock.
i stood in silence. i pondered in profile. i gasped aghast at the ghastly trash i was hearing.
apparently, and this is only hypothetical, my blog can beat up your blog.
in other news: new death cab single (streaming here).
and this was pretty cool: