Scratch The comfort. Batch The Pain. This ain’t gonna be a bunch… no mess-o-fun.
Haven’t a damn thing to say excepting hit me and the default setting is hurt and harder.
Haven’t written in about a week, no sneak peak feels sufficient, no play by play can convey the pain and confusion. SNZ be the champ and I be the cancer chump and I just sit on my rump and ride a ride on some over-hyped soft synth.
