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the parrots of the pantanal

It's all crap when it comes to tax time at Casa Metameat. They don't withhold anything from my fellowship during the year, so how much I owe the Feds is all guesses and giggles until I sit down and do the math. And oh boy do I have less money than I thought. Come May, I'll be staggering into Reno with just enough for deposit & first month's rent on an apartment, if I'm lucky.

However, austerity must be waived for this super-limited-edition Rasputina covers EP, available only over the web. I think the poor dears may have been dropped by Sony and lost their distribution, which is a pity because there is such a niche market out there for corset-wearing cello rock, if only they could connect.

Nestlé Crunch looks like this:

It's based on neuroscience and semiotics, or "semiotics," as people say around here, holding their fingers up in quotation marks, and then giggling.

 

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