admittedly i get my dick and balls out whenever anyone drops this tune, but props to matt walsh for coming to clwbiforbach and dropping this harder than ever and just generally killing it at cynt last night. mad.
for one reason or another though we ended up in a taxi, despite only living a 15 minute walk tops from clwbifor. the grotty minimal techno must have falcon punched my braincells because as i slammed (and i mean full-on slammed that shit) the door shut some safe dude we met that night poked his head in to say goodbye and subsequently got said head mashed like a jersey spud. before i could apologise four hundred times he was already stumbling down the street clutching his head as an american footballer would if he was going for the superbowl and suddenly went into a k-hole. the entire way home the driver referred to me as vinnie jones. FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
i leave for california tonight. myself being a bellend, i forgot that tiny flies actually flee my wallet when i open it because there’s no money to chomp on inside, and accidentally spent £40 on polaroid film to take with me. these things happen, of course; my excuse is to stock up while a motherfucker still can. now excuse me while i go and listen to animal collective, whilst pretending to be jason dill.
every time i look into your eyes i see the fuuuuuuuuutureeeeeeeeee. worrrrrworrrrrworrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
