Synapticat

Look up. Look down. Look all around. Even if this ain't hapnin at all, somethins obviously hapnin. Don't stop eatin those contraband cookies, amigo. It's the tides, I'm tellin you. The full-moon tide and cosmic magnetism and wool-knit dress socks and dusty fiction. But all I'm doin is suckin it up out of the air and blowin it into a ziploc bag for ya, brother. You can save it for later, sure. But it tastes ridiculously delicious if its fresh. Trust me.Check out the amazing local artists in my top friends. I know the local music scene here aint much, but if you and I don't support it, who will?