in lieu of a biography i would like you to imagine the last good sandwich you ate
this song operates in terms I do not understand and on deep subconscious levels of which I have no grasp. it makes me want to dance like a lunatic. the fact that it’s composed by a total fame-averse recluse is mere icing on the cake.
reason #446 that scorpions are the Worst, Most Horrible Animal: they glow under black light