Boredoms at the Crab Tree: 2 Days 0300. Come if you can still breathe.

NOT-4-SALE

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[[it's mostly dry in the tunnels, mostly]]


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I'll be at the Boredom's concert at Crab Tree--a week from now (0300)--with these to sell. Some are limited.

++: Wata, Takeshi, and Atsuo from Boris are gonna do an unofficial opening number.


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[to be found in a tenant-less spare bedroom, hopefully too late after the fact: who knows when it was left there]


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Apparently the rains are starting today. I assume you don't have safe or adequate shelter. You can stay with me.

[In the background someone is noisily practicing on a set of drums tik-tik-tik-tik-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-SMASH, someone else is struggling to tune a screeching electric guitar hiss-SKREEEEEEEEEEE-KI-KI-KI-KI while arguing with someone else "Onuki! That guitar is busted stop it!" "I can get this Rika, we don't have enough for a new one!". Neku's music ( Read more... )

I'll be putting these up all night. It's 2400 now, that gives you nine hours to get ready. It's a way to spend curfew, at least. Contact +xxx.xxx.xxxx for directions.


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[with his headphones around his neck while he's talking into this thing, Neku's music hisses atonally in the background while he speaks: "...spastic pull-up, spicy pull-out, nail up the crack-head, rip up the egghead, send up the brickbat to mad hepcat..."]

Old man,

You gonna give me directions?

Well, you just take your time.

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I got stuck here at the fabulous ADAMS Hole For Orphans to Crawl Into and Die (fuck you, for short) because of curfewI want it known that I hate this place. I hate these scraping ADAMS pigs and I hate the sniveling, selfish, cowardly little brats that live here without ever trying to get out and do their own thing in the world ( Read more... )