it seemed like everyone i knew was dying

i looked in the mirror, and i was on fire

somebody yelled out “hey! stop, drop and roll!”

I said “that might save my skin, but it won’t save my soul.”

(everybody) that might save my skin, but it won’t save my soul.

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Right now I’m cleaning up data to use as inputs for my model at the Foundation, an activity which allows me to explore my dusty itunes archives simultaneously. Hidden Vagenda, an album by Kimya Dawson, just cycled on. This album had drifted away recently, but as soon as it began I remembered why it used to mean so much to me. I bought it sometime in mid 2005, and it immediately endeared itself to me as one of those eternal staples – something you put down for a year at a time, but find out is just as fresh when you pick it back up.