I’m psychotically attached to my cd collection

01Apr09

I am consumed by the potpourri that emanates from new album releases. My cd shelves are concupiscent. They are the epitome of post-sex; hair disheveled in the morning, desperately trying to gather the torn sinews of their inhibition, and somewhat comforted by the unsnarling cynicism that dissolves in their fingertips. New music is a severe weakness; one that I will forever cater to. I’ve expunged all of my defenses, and dignity for it. Something, I was always an addict to. I am constantly subjugated without remorse.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

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