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Takk...

0 comments | 9.19.2005

Buy this album now! I command you thus.

My... if sunsets were choirboys.

They might sound like Sigur Ros.


Last night I made enough money to buy this album, and pay my one dollar library fee and I still had a dollar left over. However, tonight was a different story. I swear the most interesting people wander the streets downtown. Met the Party King tonight. The party king was dressed in a tshirt and jeans, tennis shoes and black shades. He showed us a few moves, "Hey guys remember me? I'm tha.... party king!" Then he asked for fifty cents. To which Ian replied "can't while we're working," then the party king said "you could if you wanted to, you could if you really loved me, that's alright the party king still loves y'all" then he hugged me. It was a tender moment for all of us.
This other guy, a short fellow with a gimpy walk, just couldn't get over how fast I ran. "I betcha if ya ran a 200 meter race you'd win. By golly you were faster than a, than a, than a, jackrabbit that's what I said. By golly you're faster than a road runner." He was all smiles. Dirty teeth, but all smiles.

Hey tomorrow I'll be gone.

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