― Slim Priest, Saturday, 3 April 2004 01:36 (twenty-one years ago)
And why do fools fall in love?
― Nom De Plume (Nom De Plume), Saturday, 3 April 2004 01:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 3 April 2004 02:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 3 April 2004 02:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― the surface noise (electricsound), Saturday, 3 April 2004 02:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 3 April 2004 03:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 3 April 2004 03:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 3 April 2004 03:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 3 April 2004 03:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― dlp9001, Saturday, 3 April 2004 14:23 (twenty-one years ago)
Many years later, along comes Unrest, and they fit into the cliques just fine and started a few new ones. Hey, being squeaky clean and writing songs about kickball is fun, but we're not too nice not to fire off a warning shot at the dirtball posers in Pussy Galore. Pow!
I guess it could have just have easily been "Fuck Bad Brains and all their friends."
― Ian Christe (Ian Christe), Saturday, 3 April 2004 14:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 3 April 2004 16:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian Christe (Ian Christe), Saturday, 3 April 2004 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 3 April 2004 16:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian Christe (Ian Christe), Saturday, 3 April 2004 17:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Saturday, 3 April 2004 17:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 3 April 2004 17:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― donut bitch (donut), Saturday, 3 April 2004 20:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 3 April 2004 20:27 (twenty-one years ago)