All endings are fortunate. Every story ends with its own murder: "What do you do?" "Where are you from?" I went with some crossed out roomrate broker to play virtual golf. The facade of Bar PT: a mortuary for baboons. By then everybody had practiced what they would tell the cameras: "I knew that braining donkeys with a rubber mallet wasn't what I was meant to do with my life!" It was all deja vu and a reenactment at ten paces. The best word she had a handle on was:"Jaded," I really hadn't recognized her from one thousand and twenty six years before- her hair was platinum blonde then and I was better with names.
Believe it or not, it takes a lot of time to write this crap.imitation elvis just got evicted from the house by the edge of sunset park... my ninety one year old grandmother says hello.
A PACK OF WOLVES YAYO'S TACOS 010310 one guy on vocals and guitar one on drums keyboard backing track
STARSKATE YAYO'S TACOS 010310 guitar bass drums set - 13 minute long hard-metallish freak out with complex song structure
HUNGRY CLOUD ??? THE BUNKHOUSE 010110 5 piece straight ahead pop
On Monday the aquarium froze completely solid. I could see a phone line and the three of spades struck though with a knife into the pooltable. Some gaptoothed Romanian brought her Pelican behind the bar and made my coke dealer and I spaghetti. All the people that had to kill themselves in the morning tried to find a picture of themselves in magazines before leaving.
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