My hands rested on her shoulders and hips, led by her impressively rhythmic dancing. I became abruptly aware that I hadn't been paying any attention to the band, or anything, for probably two-and-a-half power-pop anthems, and that my body hadn't consulted me when it opted to keep time. I guess crushing the spirits of children through teaching music ( Read more... )

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+1, the endless scummer continues

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+1 retroactive

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We set about dismantling the ghetto. Scalpels of wreaths and homes with no stains. Everyone will have their right place, free of memories and spirits ( Read more... )

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Grumble.