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The Fire Alarm keeps going off in the middle of the night. I blow the smoke into the pillow. I keep expecting someone to just go off and the cops show up every night no matter what. In the Bunker. |
CD: Drug Hotel
Label: Building
Credits: William Volmut |
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Contemplation over occasional teriyaki. Sometimes Capitol Hill really came through and serious thai or simple chinese could be washed down with a beer. Maybe tonight.
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CD: Drug Hotel
Label: Building
Credits: William Volmut |
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Why MSN-Kind cannot go extinct |
CD: Uurg Klaaterol commits social suicide
Label: Building
Credits: William Volmut |
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