I hear Mariachi static on my radio

And the tears are glow in the dark

And I play with her

It ends the north.

And hear an echo part.

Come on leader, hold me tighter.

I think I'm sinking down.

And I'm all swung out on heroin on the outskirts of town

all right this is good I got a new spot this is my spot now I think this is much better

than the bed. Ah, I'm back, guys. It's nude years

Eve, nude years rock and Eve. Depending on how it goes tonight, not sure if I'm going to have

stream tomorrow, just letting everyone know. I'm going see some people, socially distanced,

but everyone's of course going to be every, have every incentive to just pour paint thinner on their brain

because 2020 was an epic fuckwaffle of a year, am I right, folks?

I should get this out of the shot. I don't want to do product placement unless I'm getting folks.

I should get this out of the shot.

I don't want to do product placement unless I'm getting that paper, which I'm not.

Ah.

How is everybody doing?

How's everybody feeling about a new year?

How is everybody feeling about charging the essentially arbitrary calendar change with meaning as a psychic balm for the sense of lack of control and helplessness that we all have. How are we feeling about that?

I'm feeling good about it.

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