This has been some night. It's amazing how many bands I've had the pleasure to see live lately. Streetlight Manifesto, Big D and the Kids Table, Reel Big Fish, Whole Wheat Bread, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Yip-Yip, The Dead Popes, and so forth. It's just insane how much I've been at the shows skanking my legs off till they give. I like that. It's a
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The desolation of sorrow hidden beneath man's greatest prideful acts of admiration is transparent in that it is secretive to the outside world and surrounding imprisonment. Only he who holds the knowledge of sanctity can ever truly understand what it is that plagues one's conscience on the inside of absolution. Existentialism of one's mind and
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I hate mowing the fucking lawn. I do love the Planet Smashers, though. Because they don't make me mow. They make me wanna dance. Which is better than mowing. Hence: Mowing < Dancing
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