Tuesday morning. Having arrived at Misery Dispensation, I am belted in. For a time, there is darkness, only darkness. And then the sound. The sound oozes forth, sweet hair-laced clogs of it. They fall like lotion upon the flaming anus of my brain.
In joy there is music. In sorrow, the Shoes. contendo
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No, but seriously this band is stellar. 10/10 would recommend to a friend. My Government Name Publically Avialable