It is not cool when you've had an infuriating song stuck in your head for hours, and then your brain decides to mess with itself a little more by adding a second layer of sound. Not a tambourine. Not a bass guitar. Not a triangle. Another annoying song.
An internalised auditorial torture chamber. Faithless, sleepless, and wishing I was wormless.
IT'S ON AGNES.
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