i'm sitting in the arizzma radio studio offices awaiting my boys to arrive from the new york furnace. there's a beautifully out-of-tune upright behind me that i've been banging on for awhile....meanwhile i can't feel my skin because it's so motherflipping cold in here i might fall asleep and never wake up. they might find me in sixty years, perfectly preserved in a block of ice. i'm a rare tool for science.
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