...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...

This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together. We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever...


So ever since I've met N/A's friend Cocks (we'll call him "Cocks" as that's actually not too far removed from his real name), all our interactions have--for reasons still unclear to me--been charged with belligerence. Our first ever interaction ended with us staring each other down, our faces just inches from each other, and me spitting: "Are you SERIOUSLY getting pissed OFF about this, dude?"

Which is a shame, 'cause I really think I'd probably LIKE him more if I didn't feel like CHOKING HIM OUT 90% of the time.

Despite all that, he IS to be thanked for ONE thing, and it's that he introduced me to MGMT one morning... inadvertently... while he was blasting some music and wandering listlessly around N/A's living room as I drank coffee. Given how much I adore their album Oracular Spectacular, I tip my hat to him for at least having good taste in music.

And if you haven't heard Oracular Spectacular, you must check it out.

It's one of my favorite albums that I've been introduced to in the past year or so methinks.

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