LIVE FREE OR DIE: Long before Björk declared independence and raised her flag I spent my Summers with family in New Hampshire (and Provincetown). The infamous license plate phrase has become both iconic and surrealy vivid in our time. And also while listening to that dasterdly post-punk hot track on my iPod walks through the city. Sometimes excitement leads to coffee spillage. Mind you, though she’s a mere month younger than me, and while we grew up on opposite sides of Mother Earth it is pleasing that Björk and I speak a brightly similar universal language. It’s sort of the mood I’m in. The cut the bullsh*t and just get to the point sorta space that one gets while in transition (anger, acceptance…blah blah). It’s too often miscast as a bad attitude, but is vindicating of freedom, pride…all those things we usurpt and sometimes take for granted. 

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