July 27, 2005
ZZZZZZZZZ
(Xanax hangover, espresso, Playdoh brain. Man, this Perceptionists album is good. Wow, it's like a Frosted Flakes baseball card: slight movement of head, different reality. Oh—the iPod loves me at my lowest: "Good Morning, Captain." Out of nowhere. This thing is alive, I keep telling you. Best straight time drummer in the world. AGH. BE LOUDER.)
I am tired of my opinion, my brain, the web, you, your stupid fucking blog—all of this. And I have no one to blame but myself. So my Indie Suxx response has been excised because it just wasn't that good. When it's good, it will be in that EMP book. I am going to go and have a summer now.
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