Guitar Twangin' and Falsetto Sangin'

Scratch of the jaw.

It itches.

Why? Well, I'm not quite sure. But it itches, a lot.

"Way to kick off the new year," you may be screaming at your computer screen.

But all I am is a lonely robot, in this fleshed out, naval pierced sense of a world. Nothing but tin and cones.

That's all I got.