Dead.
The deadjournal is now seven years old. It is older than a few of my relatives. To keep its naughty adolescence out of our hair, I'm euthanizing it. (That means killing it and being glad.) Hope you're ready for bigger, better, and buttfuckier things, DJ world. Because a new blog's swaggering through the saloon doors, and this one's packed with... well, video capability. Doesn't fit in with the cowboy metaphor, but it's the truth.

A proper goodbye will follow. For now, I go to sweepsweep.

Love,
Louis