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the afternoon dj was throwing together a killer set of disturbing hallowe'en-style selections... soundtrack for filling out papers, tranferring insurance and packing her car up with more boxes. i was trying not to find any coincidences when the familiar, dissonant, reclusive-rockabilly scratchings of HasilAtkins arose from the Bose: "i'm gonna put your head 'a put it on the wall, and then you can't eat no more hot dogs. c'mon, Baby, i want that head. c'mon-mon, Baby i want that head. i want that head 'a hang on my wall, tonight." ...and the concidence has nothing to do with impending separation, either. unless it means Dubyuh being separated from Turd Blossom. between work and torrid emails, i'd spent most of the past few weeks scouring the blogs, hoping the noose was finally going to tighten on the abomination of 2000. twenty miles to the east, DC was simmering like a pot with the lid rattling before the boil. tomorrow, perhaps the fake patriots will finally get caught with their pants down in the Kindergarten. if there is such a thing as justice, it just might be so. we should all cross our fingers. we were taught better than to swallow crap like this. if we can't have ClintEastwood clear out the hoodlums, i guess we have to leave some cartoon redemption to Hasil. it's that bad speaking of justice, why arwen't these songs on the radio? Annie "No Easy Love" Sondre Lerche "Sleep On Needles" Fiery Furnace "Straight Street" Walking Concert "Aluminum" Wannadies "Happy" Loveless "Cold" Death Cab For Cutie "Crooked Teeth" ...we've been swallowing crap, for long enough. |
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