Today, you are a member of… Vinyl Soul

In the interest of pre-vernal equinox sanity, Members, it is requested that this week you keep on chooglin’ despite that fact you may not have been born on a bayou, nor is your name Mary, and though you are quite young, you can scream and hollar like an old plains rider who has seen 10,000 miles with a half bad eye accompanied only by banshee for a gun. After all, truth can be told in the airy, open space of license, reviving itself despite the cheap beer. Ergo, Poetics has no reason to insist on literalness this week, nor should you.

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