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I have brought you some things for the new year.

💙

JQD

m.v.d.

MMXXV

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Closed out 2024 with a recording of Ben E. King’s 1963 “I (Who Have Nothing),” which is itself a rework of “Uno Dei Tantei” by Joe Sentieri, which was dragged in from god knows where.

As of now it is an exclusive Youtube upload.

We are currently examining the continuing wisdom of playing bad rigged carny games in hostile environments, so this has not been uploaded to any streaming services.

If you didn’t catch 2024’s ‘Peak Arousal,’ now could be the time:

     OK  WE  GO       WRITE     WORDS     NOW

thanx❗️

james

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Royally Us, Regally Fucked, Best Regards From Everyone

Clarify your audience.

Clear the room.

Fecal profundity.

Feral profanity.

A poignancy test.

The parting of crowds.

A fatal flow.

Mope modern.

Uncohering crudity.

Lapsed and leering.

Cruelty.

In the absence of the concrete.

Indistinct days dissolve.

Incomplete.

Conflicts hang unresolved.

Who am I?

Elusive.

Evasive.

Aghast.

Abrasive.

A guest against.

Sighed façades.

Facile fraud.

Every breath belongs to some new being.

Some atomic all.

An ambiguous continuum.

A bestiary compendium.

Nincompoops and non-competes.

No accountability.

No remembrance.

Nude and null.

Bare resemblance.

The impossibility of permanence.

Without a self to hate or help.

A waif a knave a wretch a whelp.

Ride the erosion.

Malware.

Malaise.

We’re well aware.

Updated.

Always.

A blur.

Adrift.

A suggestion.

A whiff.

Emptiness is endlessness.

Leaky fluidity.

Molten.

The shift of self.

Unknown unknowable.

No anchor.

No moor.

No recall.

No more.

Nothing’s fixed.

Nothing’s saved.

Nevernone.

And no one.

👄 psst, there are hidden songs after . . .

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