Sunday, June 6, 2010
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Taking over a poor mans house, who knew pasta would be such a little devil. Porn on the big screen and a little man trying to suck out the dead cigarette, cool. Bleeding fingers for banging up the ukulele and enjoying the filled cup goon throws. A roll of film in a 1968 camera, while running away with a mirror. Juice from the fridge of a stranger and pistachio nuts being thrown. The stereo's speakers were on the verge of breaking, ow that was good.
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