tape hiss

Woaoawoawoaw!

Like buzzards swarming

Your true and honest self is recorded on a Panasonic RX-FT500 boombox

I'll never settle for something that's just "close enough"

Your true and honest self looks more real on a Blackmagic URSA

I can see the marks that I left so clearly in this fidelity

Zzz zzz zzz, hiss, scratch

Woawoawaowoaw...


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