time keeps passing and not in the good way — like when your listening to some minimalist drone hitsĀ and as time moves forward you fall deeper and deeper into a transcendental state of bliss and/or seething sea of rage? that’s the good kind of time. the kind that reminds you that it’s impossible to be …
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