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Robin Carmody
Portland, Dorset, United Kingdom
Writer who was, outsider who is. Still struggling to understand social norms, but not contemplating the soon-come end of his life as he once did. Happiest on horseback, because even those risks are easier to understand than other people. Still trying to work out the contradictions of loving M.R. James and Channel AKA. But slowly getting there.
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Showing posts with label mordant music. Show all posts
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Friday, 6 November 2009

Buy this. Now.

the moment you put it on you know it's an experience, and if you're anything like me you have precious few of those
Posted by Robin Carmody at 16:23 No comments:
Labels: mordant music, syMptoMs
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