Forget me and i will still breathe. I will live under an assumed identity. I will change the sheets more frequently. I will finally forgive winter. I will fast for three straight days each month. I will write less with more care. I will part my hair in the center. I will live out my days in the body i was given. And i will forget you too.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
Chasing Perfect Sound Forever 