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2:16 a.m. - 2005-07-01
tell your mom: you gotta keep em separated
last ever carrie nations show - okay, i've heard that one before, but it still kicked ass. and i still got kicked in the head, and bruised and landed-upon. but, whatever. one needs those periodic doses of the old-school flavor of tite pockets energy, that general flavor of happiness and rock and roll and a giant group massage pressed so tight you feel like you're not breathing so much as you're having the air squeezed out of you, and then having it sucked back in on the downbeats. this weekend promises to be just what i needed. someone to please, and someone to feed.
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