There's no way that anyone will read this, since this is intended to be a de-centralized audio-focused entertainment nugget-feed, but there's a spot for a blurb, so I must blurb!

If you're reading this, thanks. As a prize for being such a devoted and/or confused fan and/or stranger, here's a poem I wrote about things on my desk.

There's a keyboard.

There's another one too

When I get bored

Fiddle with them I do.

That's not as good as the one I accidentally erased, but that's digital data for you isn't it?

Love,

B