May 24, 2013
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May 24, 2013
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The Burning Process: You Talk Too Much
Immediately I hate it. Without any warning, it was practically a guarantee, but if I’m being honest, I’d have hated it even if they let me pick the color. My jukebox was gone. All of the familiar scratches, the chipped buttons, the long-dead tubes of neon, and…
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May 23, 2013
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May 23, 2013
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New dread and the head of a sweet electric ukulele.
May 23, 2013
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May 22, 2013
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My dear friends gave me a hat. Cunt ree.
May 22, 2013
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