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May 25 08 10:09 PM

Just went from Cannibal Ox's The Cold Vein to Rubber Soul. Both are good.

And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I'd remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But we're friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them. Now let's talk about the letter that Liquor got.