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Denizens, Burghers, and Bye Bye

OH, some DEEP chill mix. Well why not some breakthrough covid music to gear up to get that booster vac? Today, around lunch time. And the coming soon countdown clock on my new stand-alone site ticks away at 36 days, 9 hours, 28 minutes, and 48 seconds. And it’s tagged with…a personal post coming soon…or there about, and, all in CAPS. Which says, gentle reader, I’m taking my fuckin’ time. And it also implies that I’m an idiot, in suggesting that a stand alone personal post would garner any semblance of readers…be they gentle or not. But we’ll give it

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