I honestly feel like leaving this comment is kind of like... I don't want to say like when the Taliban cruised through the Middle East in their modified yet mass produced Toyotas and destroyed countless relics of civilized man dating back thousands of years. The American GIs that were given a front row seat to the spectacle were bound to the Geneva Convention and the Are Oh Eee... The Rules of Engagement. The RULES. The rules the modern, civilized man, follows. The local boys must have missed the memo while they were out scoring dope. And by "scoring dope" I mean "getting high from IV use of the fucking best heroin this blue dot has to offer. Had to offer. I think that FETTY is far more popular today. Something really fucking wrong in the world when a boy with those stars in his eyes would prefer some cold heartless bitch created in a lab over the most loving fucking plant ever grown on Gods Green ass fucking planet. Wait. What? How did that boy who cried to this so many nights in his life grow up to be a jaded veteran addicted to opiates? It was easy. Do you know how much it hurts to experience emotions so strongly? Do you know why so many people are able to take a Vicodin 'script exactly as prescribed while for some of us it literally took over every aspect of every thing in the lives of others? You ever hear that old junkie say how they don't even get high? They are simp,y getting, or staying, "well". Not high. Shit, not even GOOD. Just plain old fucking "well". Anyways. This fucking shit saved my life. This music. This time. This place. It was important. And I trespass today.
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The only thing I miss about Big Daddys was that all day punkfest in the winter. I wonder if St. Mike's would do that this year.
this rules!
im using a bunch of these for the cover of the next issue of my zine
Awesome dude, make sure you get me a copy before I leave for Israel!
will you be here for the terror show? i will for sure have them then
I honestly feel like leaving this comment is kind of like... I don't want to say like when the Taliban cruised through the Middle East in their modified yet mass produced Toyotas and destroyed countless relics of civilized man dating back thousands of years. The American GIs that were given a front row seat to the spectacle were bound to the Geneva Convention and the Are Oh Eee... The Rules of Engagement. The RULES. The rules the modern, civilized man, follows. The local boys must have missed the memo while they were out scoring dope. And by "scoring dope" I mean "getting high from IV use of the fucking best heroin this blue dot has to offer. Had to offer. I think that FETTY is far more popular today. Something really fucking wrong in the world when a boy with those stars in his eyes would prefer some cold heartless bitch created in a lab over the most loving fucking plant ever grown on Gods Green ass fucking planet. Wait. What? How did that boy who cried to this so many nights in his life grow up to be a jaded veteran addicted to opiates? It was easy. Do you know how much it hurts to experience emotions so strongly? Do you know why so many people are able to take a Vicodin 'script exactly as prescribed while for some of us it literally took over every aspect of every thing in the lives of others? You ever hear that old junkie say how they don't even get high? They are simp,y getting, or staying, "well". Not high. Shit, not even GOOD. Just plain old fucking "well". Anyways. This fucking shit saved my life. This music. This time. This place. It was important. And I trespass today.
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