Ghost-written Autobiographies

This note is mostly for flutingfrenzy (who exists in real actuality and is quite awesome--notably, but not only, for having put up with my "let's wing it!" plan of touring Chicago, which involved walking around for several miles during a torrential downpour):

It was after Lollapalooza, and it was an angry punch. This is what happens with rumours. (Though in hindsight something like that would have been super-nonsensical after the Obama rally.)

Also, there are exactly zero results for "dying inside a bird," let alone "what it's like to die inside of a bird." Without the quotes you get a lot of hits for Silent Hill and emo things, plus something about Dunkin Donuts health violations (for the former) and an NPR article on Big Bird (for the latter). Neither of which I am going to read now, because after managing not to fall asleep on the bus, I think it's time for me to properly fall asleep in my bed.