Forged in the ever-burning hearth of an accursed cabin in the frigid northwoods of Wisconsin, Clockwork Pines brings that spine-tingling magic you crave, the kind that hits you where it counts, right in the stomach. Dead center in that lingering pit of insecurity, the self-doubt you've carried since childhood, growing up in the 90s full of hope... Well, guess what. It's late stage capitalism now, baby-- and all your dreams are dead.
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