the fish are finally fighting back, and though their efforts prove to be futile i still say
good for them. i haven't written anything here in a long time. i just got back from boston last night. me and shane went to see the feathers and dump tea into the harbor. this crazy bastard who used to be in lungfish played out of a six inch amp and sang about the devil and the kingdom of evil or some shit. it was scary. then we hung out wtih hot young co-eds. the end.