what are all pokémon if not “exeggutors” of our “will”? that is - our will as pokémon trainers for them to do battle unto one another for our amusement and/or monetary gain

scatter plot with a bunch of bands clustered in the bottom left, but two huge outlier dots labelled “talk talk” and “the isley brothers” in the top
right

what about the powerful oscar best picture winner, driving miss daisy?

it gives me the same sense of joy and satisfaction that i feel when eating an All-Pro Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki® sandwich at Subway

my review blurb: malyukov’s seemingly simple phrasing belies the complex turmoil in his mind - for how can one truly “return” to that which “leaves”? mike paints words as adeptly as a leaf, and touches the leaf in all of our hearts.

funny AND talented? watch out laddies… 😉

I know Old Orchard Beach is where you belong
You can go back, but, baby, that won't make you young

following the vibe set by your choice:

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this is a cool idea! here is my donation (redacted for de-doxxing) 🫡

hard to imagine what this business is

this album frightens me. it feels like stumbling upon some late night tv shit as a kid that i know i am not supposed to watch, and that seems dark and devious and confusing. it's a great album haha.