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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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2 COMMENTS:
I always liked Jason Spaceman's quote describing his former band Spacemen 3. It was something like, "People taking drugs to make music people taking drugs listen to." Don't fuck with his nod!
lol. I so love your lingo. Don't f%#* with anyone's nod, I suppose! =)
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