Have I said anything about Miranda July here before? I've been listening to the The Binet-Simon Test at work lately, because I'm apparently trying to drive myself completely effing insane.
If you haven't listened to any of her albums before, imagine little spoken word weirdnesses that are very much like short horror films in your ear.
The black car is not a real car. It is a rubber decoy car. We repeat: the black car is not a real car. Blink if you understand this.
"Medical Wonder":
Girls Trip
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Stoner comedies aren’t typically my favorite genre. But stoner comedies
directed and starring queer female leads and talking cats? Spark that shit
now! ...
