look into the cold eyes of a killer. i picked tofu up to dance around the living room when he suddenly launches off my shoulder, catches a moth midair, then drops six feet and lands belly first on the floor so hard he audibly farted.

Listened to Ants From Up There, by Black Country, New Road. It's Art Rock, a genre of which is not one of my favorites, this record sounds a lot like OK Computer in its sound and lyrics (and being obscenely moanish), but its an overall very well-rounded album and some parts got me emotional. 8/10