kenkantor: Metoo.
kenkantor: The things you said you wanted.
kenkantor: Just a very old friend.
kenkantor: Heaven must have sent you from above.
kenkantor: Seeking shelter in other worlds.
kenkantor: Nowhere to run now, baby.
kenkantor: Of course you love vinyl. Everybody loves vinyl.
kenkantor: The last ones on earth.
kenkantor: Science will you save me?
kenkantor: There is a structural beauty to this diseased world.