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tremendous
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Currently listening to: Cigar Box Melody EP
posted on 2004-12-4 at 21:50
that is brilliant. very impressed.
Chris
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posted on 2004-12-4 at 23:46
i like.
ta bi
Pure_Ibanez_Sound
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posted on 2004-12-5 at 00:52
Haha that's pretty funny... But the song kept playing after I got tired of it and exited. Serves me right I suppose.
one last show.
SideO_JR
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posted on 2004-12-5 at 06:04
thats really good
How do you communicate those emotions that are so intense that no physical expression or series of words can even scratch the surface?
armour_guitarist
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Currently listening to: New Livid?!? Wha??????
posted on 2004-12-6 at 02:43
wow. that definatley passed my expectations.
Some things take more than a lifetime.
mr. dobalina
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Currently listening to: postishead @ the roseland ['96]
posted on 2004-12-9 at 01:23
thank you. this, i like.
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
