hung out strung out and left to dry
we finally finished digitising the tapes, that just means copious amounts of editing and scary bliss when the work you've been taping starts taking a life of its own. sometimes it breathes grusome bubbling cesspits of nauseus tendrils, at other times the sweet aroma of hidden beauty rises from within. a surprise waiting to happen that i can't contain my jubilant sleepiness. ooooh, it's raining now, wish there were time for a nap.
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