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jonny greenwood doesn't age. thom yorke is telling me i'm all he needs... but actually it's about my head isn't? apparently the new term for 'lost sheep' is 'lost lamb'. it's cold in this basement. i wish thom would put the heating on. but oh no. he has a planet to save. i need a cup of tea and some lightened candles. sherlock is just over there waiting for me. oh, and btw, hello again sociability! it's been a while! now fuck off you're scaring me.