that movie poster is full of cracks
but that doesn't mean you should avert your eyes. or perhaps it does. yes friends, in fact, perhaps it does mean that. the averting is what I mean; you should avert your eyes.
but whence should once avert and to what extent? two deep questions, with only one and, is this madness? no, in fact it is not, it is man manness. which is what I, and approximately one hundred and fifty others were lucky to expose themselves on this sunday night, in march, in a fair city. for man man brought what is commonly referred to as A game, but on this night warranted at least one plus.
i have been to some shows my friends, oh indeed i have. but none like this. there are some contenders. thing is, all those contenders are regina based. and why; oh why? oh answer. regina people are so fucking incensced to get their rock on that at times, and those times are sadly getting rarer, they will "pop the fuck off". Toronto people are fucking boring. I mean that with the most malice possible. Toronto assholes could go to see guns n fucking roses open for the fucking who, back when the who were the fucking who, and they would be like "if my head nod is to pronounced no one will notice the fact that my skirt matches both my socks and my boots."
as such there should be a special place in hell for those who approach shows in an area in which they are so plentifull. but instead of a special hot place they just get good seating,at all the shows, that so many would like to see. so this man man show was especially fucking awesome cause people were forced to be stoked.
that takes a lot of work. specifically, for these intensive purposes, it took about ten drumsticks. every fucking guy in man man, and there were five, weilded their drumsticks with such ferocity, such vigour, that you could not help but be incensced. it was simply glorious. everything a show should be and nothing a show shouldn't be. an intent band, a receptive crowd, a recipe for all kinds of success.
this is one signifigant way in which my life differs from this evenings show. i am not a recipe for success. or ain't I? perhaps I am just waiting to bust the fuck out. WATCH OUT WORLD!!! you could, possibly...doubtfully...in happenstanciation, be in for it.
but whence should once avert and to what extent? two deep questions, with only one and, is this madness? no, in fact it is not, it is man manness. which is what I, and approximately one hundred and fifty others were lucky to expose themselves on this sunday night, in march, in a fair city. for man man brought what is commonly referred to as A game, but on this night warranted at least one plus.
i have been to some shows my friends, oh indeed i have. but none like this. there are some contenders. thing is, all those contenders are regina based. and why; oh why? oh answer. regina people are so fucking incensced to get their rock on that at times, and those times are sadly getting rarer, they will "pop the fuck off". Toronto people are fucking boring. I mean that with the most malice possible. Toronto assholes could go to see guns n fucking roses open for the fucking who, back when the who were the fucking who, and they would be like "if my head nod is to pronounced no one will notice the fact that my skirt matches both my socks and my boots."
as such there should be a special place in hell for those who approach shows in an area in which they are so plentifull. but instead of a special hot place they just get good seating,at all the shows, that so many would like to see. so this man man show was especially fucking awesome cause people were forced to be stoked.
that takes a lot of work. specifically, for these intensive purposes, it took about ten drumsticks. every fucking guy in man man, and there were five, weilded their drumsticks with such ferocity, such vigour, that you could not help but be incensced. it was simply glorious. everything a show should be and nothing a show shouldn't be. an intent band, a receptive crowd, a recipe for all kinds of success.
this is one signifigant way in which my life differs from this evenings show. i am not a recipe for success. or ain't I? perhaps I am just waiting to bust the fuck out. WATCH OUT WORLD!!! you could, possibly...doubtfully...in happenstanciation, be in for it.