[this is where]
Me and Robear are sitting in the car. He's plugged in to the bluetooth. You wanna listen to this album by these British ladies? Yes. Yes, I would like to listen to this album by these British ladies, I replied. He played it, and it was good. Later, I took over the aux. When I plugged in, it kept jumping back and forth between his Bluetooth and my cord. When he realized this, he said, oh, let me disconnect, I think our shit is competing. I said, yeah. It's like our psychic goo is competing in this electronic womb for Sonic Ascendancy. Where do you come up with this shit? He asked, laughing. Right here. What? You asked where, and I'm telling you: right here. This is where.
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