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Sunday, March 07, 2004

shows are shows

who knows

its all the same after 5 natty bohs



time to start playing pop punk, or time to be a party band
good music is going nowhere fast
and bottles of whiskey can't drink themselves

heres to drug deals at denny's

to lil' john

and to HOLD UP THE BABY

because the crowd demands to see the baby, so bitch better hold him up

...
walking my dog tonight i realized that i am tired and freezing. its not really cold, but my body temperature is all fucked up from the wierd schedule i have it on.
Logan is in her groove, she poops, we move on.
Passing a party across the street on my way back, guys and girls voices can be heard laughing from behind a hedgerow:

"WHAUT!?" yells one guy.

"..OKAY!" yells some girl.

rick james is old news it seems





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