kenkantor: Further to our non-existant conversation.
kenkantor: Oh, when your heart's on fire, smoke gets in your eyes.
kenkantor: The aesthetics of aggression.
kenkantor: The something hour.
kenkantor: The vinyl resurgence.
kenkantor: You have stumbled in! You have fumbled in!
kenkantor: He could sense that, little by little, I was catching up.