I am in Scott's house messing around and he is mastering the Dexter Sorenson/Crystal Myth/Scotch Whisky (all of whom are secretly Scott himself) album in his bedroom. I love Scott Cornish. Lately, I am closer to myself, further away from others and the empathy obsession is at a new high. It shakes me, my haunches curl and my eyes water as I try to
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