The Music That Plays In Tazzie's Head When I Point My Phone At Her: Permanently Perturbed. I'll Take Less Pictures One Day

I Conjure up Audio In My Head of Me Wailing In Despair as I Fall Asleep. I Guess That Means I Want to Be Sad so I Can Have a Moment of Catharsis, I Don't Know.

I'm Making Sound and That's What is Important: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

So Much Static Has Infected My Ears in the Effort to Convince My Friends to Stroll Down the Beach​ (​Note: This Convincing Actually Didn't Happen​)​. But the Buildup is Worth the Risk if it Means You'll Listen to This