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Thinking Toys last night were divine. I snatched a poster on the way out for the museum of weekender artifacts. Mike tried to steal a cardboard brick but was not sneaky enough. I am determined to write something from it, having already come up with a few interesting metaphors. Ah, the platonic love of noise rock.
In other news, the Damasacus sword of my bio project is looming near, but I am confident I will finish in time, in the same way that I am confident I can become an excellent photojournalist/bassist just by mucking about with the respective equipment. Ha ha.
After a long drive home discussion, I am wondering, does everyone wander around feeling alienated, or it is just us spastic dancers? Any clarification is appreciated.
No bruises have developed as of yet.
In other news, the Damasacus sword of my bio project is looming near, but I am confident I will finish in time, in the same way that I am confident I can become an excellent photojournalist/bassist just by mucking about with the respective equipment. Ha ha.
After a long drive home discussion, I am wondering, does everyone wander around feeling alienated, or it is just us spastic dancers? Any clarification is appreciated.
No bruises have developed as of yet.