THAT (that) wrote,
THAT
that

Number two million in my series of recordings of the weird little riffs that pop up in my brain, like algae covering the surface of a pond. I have to get one of those things they use to clean swimming pools and scrape the music/algae off the top of my consciousness or I won't be able to think anything else that day.

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