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There is nothing like breaking through the crude plastic that once enveloped your life. There is nothing like escaping her trendiness, her naive boredom, maybe even her plush mouth.. I feel so good right now. I have the Dead Milkmen on my stereo and I'm recalling tonight at the bar where I was tackled and hugged by so many gorgeous friends. Every marvelous guitar hook and every quick word shared truly turn on my street lights. They make my world glow green and yellow and red. The other day I stayed up all night writing a paper for my Composition class, stoned, listening to Lightning Bolt. Aside from Curtis, I'm the only one who could ever understand this six-hundred word 'Descriptive Essay' about the abrupt and precise physical movement of Bjork. I'd like to party this weekend. I'd like to drink until I can't see. I'd like to have a good time. Who is with me?