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Oh my God The Faint.
Have you ever seen a man in a labcoat and ye olde aviation goggles juggle two microphones and a keyboard?
And have you ever been pressed up on all sides, drenched in what you can't be sure is even your own sweat while screaming "Is it good to get these men worked up so sex... SO SEXUAL?"
OH MY FUCKING GOD THE FAINT.
They opened with Agenda Suicide and closed with Glass Danse. THAT'S HOW AWESOME IT WAS. AND IF YOU WEREN'T THERE YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REASON NOT TO KILL YOURSELF.
And for a brief shining moment before the night took its toll - we were whole again.
But the glass danse world flickers on 'cause the cycle happens enough.
I have to work tomorrow. I haven't had to say that in almost a year now. Still, a general anxiety about my own ability to perform my duties to a reasonable standard has to be better than pure abject misery and a desire to kill oneself just to escape the shift.
It's a step forward.
Have you ever seen a man in a labcoat and ye olde aviation goggles juggle two microphones and a keyboard?
And have you ever been pressed up on all sides, drenched in what you can't be sure is even your own sweat while screaming "Is it good to get these men worked up so sex... SO SEXUAL?"
OH MY FUCKING GOD THE FAINT.
They opened with Agenda Suicide and closed with Glass Danse. THAT'S HOW AWESOME IT WAS. AND IF YOU WEREN'T THERE YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REASON NOT TO KILL YOURSELF.
And for a brief shining moment before the night took its toll - we were whole again.
But the glass danse world flickers on 'cause the cycle happens enough.
I have to work tomorrow. I haven't had to say that in almost a year now. Still, a general anxiety about my own ability to perform my duties to a reasonable standard has to be better than pure abject misery and a desire to kill oneself just to escape the shift.
It's a step forward.