With a fellow I run a record label and its name is file 13. He’s a tall dark Arkansas-ian motherfucker and I couldn’t say for sure if he actually likes me. I guess its possible I nag too much and I get inside his head. He does make me laugh in his own special way he (hee hee) likes the grateful dead (that’s not funny). You’re undercover funny. You’re only funny when I’m not around. With a marg marg beep beep fun fucking football now. I laughed out loud, reading a zine with your band’s interview. Hey neat, if you’re listening to this song, you’re probably thinking about me thinking about you. I know for a fact he has a good sense of humor, I overheard him on the phone in the hall. But when he talks to me, he talks seriously if he talks to me at all. Wake up time for matt werth. Pay our loan. Talk to kurt.
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