If anyone can explain this sound's linguistic/symbolic/etymological/epistemological significance, please do so. You can find the very sad, tragic utterer of this noise here.
Otherwise, the Editor has been somewhat bogged down with death flu, but managed to crawl out of bed long enough to consume some Christmas roast beast and open presents. Yes, even the hard, cold, relentless, angry, zombie-infested Editor likes the occasional sweater which was purchased by someone else. What the fuck. It's the only thing in life that's free.
Speaking of things that aren't free, it is the rainy season once again here in (normally) sunny southern California. And we all know what that means . . . yes, folks, it's once again time to prepare for the annual zombie holocaust. Zombie survival kits are available for only $199.99, just email me. And, it's easier than ever before! With your payment of less than two hundred dollars, your own kit is as simple as a notarized statement that your home will be safe from zombies! And how does the Editor guarantee this? Shock collars on all the lab inhabitants. So order now, and keep your limbs another year!
Please don't construe this as a threat. All I'm saying is, those shock collars are expensive. And I'm almost out of liquor. Happy Holidays!
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