Gift of Gab

I still use a CD player in the garage...

I am old school, that way.
I use the old machines.

The CD player has years of grinder funk and smoke goo in it and is as grumpy as fuck...
It only plays what I need.

That is how I think it works, at least.
It had never played this, before tonight...
I have given it a go, repeatedly.
I have always assumed it had some special CD write code, some real thing to make it not work.

Tonight, it played.


You hear what you need to, I think...


Trust the machines that know you, that you know.
They will give you what you need, nothing more.
But you will know what to expect.
They will do their job...

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