Hello, beloved small beans listener, whom'stwee love.

Michael Swain here breaking the fourth wall as usual to try and get you excited about one of my weird vanity projects.

Because what is expressing yourself artistically?

If not that.

Last time it was a novel.

This time, it's an album, a rap album. That's right. I'd do whatever I want.

So this is an album called Tools of the Tiread. Lionshare of the credit goes to my collaborator, Davy Francis, whose music you may recall underpinning all of my short stories and my two collections also released on this network.

No side and sad and important. Those are sci-fi short stories. Again, this is a rap album.

Keep up. So what you're about to hear now is the first half of the album. You can go purchase the

rest at patreon.com slash small beans slash shop and an album that will drop simultaneously

called Less Good Than Ezra of random B-sides and scraps and a junk drawer of rap shit, if you will,

if you end up really liking what you hear and want to be an MS Word completionist.

That's right, that's my rap name, MS Word. You and want to be an MS Word completionist. That's right.

That's my rap name, MS Word.

You're going to find out a whole lot more about him starting now.

I think he'd profit who's auctioning oxygen,

Carverin off parts of my heart for the bargain did.

Offering profligate thoughts in the margin and imparting hardly the wisdom I thought I did.

Put your passion out under the pressure pill.

You need a knock like a song needs a solemn.

Harder when knowledge is all that I'm harboring Charles in charge on a vodka and clot a pink binge.

Oh, guess I better shut up with death in the skeleton face a nut up. I'm a cut up.

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