Listen to Ozomatli and grow up to five inches overnite!

[_lick_my_star_]

The band is Ozomatli. The song is "Coming War". The reason is Ozomatli.
The sound is beat and back breaking. The point is "Coming War".
The motivation is Ozomatli. The place is anywhere beaten or breaking. The time is now Ozomatli.

You'll thank me.
Peace,
Ozomatli

Comments

[nospecialist]

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[_lick_my_star_]

Listen to the Selecter. Go to bed early.

[nospecialist]

Read my goddamn journal and maybe write me more than one non-descript, impersonal line.

[_lick_my_star_]

check posting times, check the possibilities in syntax, check your attitude.

[_intheradiator]

Do you know anyone named Alex Porter?

more importantly,
are these substantiated rumors true?
1)Life is better on the east Coast
2)Contoners are better than Allstars
3)It's not the where, it's the when

[_lick_my_star_]

Very familiar, but I probably wouldn't call them that anyway. Where is the asshole from anyway?

Even more irrelevantly,
1) This coast is near death as far as my opinion of it is concerned - finding high caliber music or quality people is a full-time fruitless labor. Also, all my friends are from Brooklyn or a farm so surfing is a mystic practice attempted only by assholes or guys who don't mind being really cold before they die.

2 & 3) Sometimes my friend Adrian points up at a military plane making a dry bombing run over our campus with some string-calloused nicotine stained finger, flicks his hand rolled cigarette at me, making up some bullshit name and fact for it, and I'll completely forget to remind him that he looked better with a mohawk and I've still got his skynard tape. Jeepers over Allstars, Zen is for keeps.