my room looks like a fucking mess: empty beer cans, post-its with radon phone numbers, jean cocteau drawings, and sticky napkins decorate almost every surface. the truth is hardly anything is actually "dirty". most of the clothes scattered around just need to be pressed or folded. i have no time for all that once i stumbled across this site.
8-bit love, rolling drums, and vocoder smiles have me trolling around the room and looking for my super nintendo controller.
the "popcorn" remix alone is to die for:
Hot Butter - Popcorn (Binärpilot Remix)
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