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Teenage Mysticism|||Sweetheart

I feel like I’m not much of a writer these days.  I can hardly call myself a writer because it’s not my occupation.  I’m just a guy that hates his job, drinks, talks shit, dreams and has sex on occasion.  A regular person, I guess.  I’m fond of telling people that I have commitment issues, and that’s the reason for my sporadic and ephemeral relationships.  Although this may very well be true, I’m not in any way trying to remedy my commitment issues.  Loneliness is a bitch without a blanket.  Relentless and cold.  Ideas are romantic; application is awkward.  Porn is mostly trite, but, never the less, finds success at a higher rate than most media.  HBO just canceled Bored To Death.  Nielsen didn’t project enough cum rags lying around the living room following the credits, I guess.

Here’s Joey DeMarco’s latest single as Teenage Mysticism.  Velvet.  Emotive.  Saccharine strokes of innocence teetering on the end of a mattress tainted by yesterday’s sex.  Thank goodness for fresh linen.  TM’s forthcoming album Dead Channels drops Valentine’s Day courtesy of The Epiphysis Foundation.