welcome to ride the cyclone…
yes, this is the talking part of the album that you will remove from the playlist in future rotations
or perhaps you are listening to this on a vinyl record and have to go through the painstaking process of skipping this track manually
all because of your absurd insistence that sound technology has not progressed since the year 1877
eventually you will resign yourself to sitting through this talking part multiple times,
Weeping openly in the fetal position,
one step closer to that realization that free will is just a fridge magnet
and we live briefly in a cold, unfeeling, deterministic universe in an abandoned warehouse called time













