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vilbe
Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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the life and times of vilbe! | 4/24/2012 9:15:45 PM |
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so i would figure its been a few years sense i regularly poked my head in here. i think the last time i was a regular, i just got modded at totse. due to that, i posted less and less here, because well i was an internet janitor [over rated]. anywho, totse died, and i ended up moving [after loosing half my guts, thanks crohns]. heres a scary fact, once you get a disease like that, smoking the pots becomes a medicine? [i ironicly rarely smoke anymore]. i moved to new hampshire for a few years, which was a culture shock from southern new england. traveled a bit [carribean, road trips, woot]. went through a nasty break up last year, and a period of stupid shameless self destruction.... but i snapped out of it, picked up music again, and well inserted myself into the local music scene. a local magazine i remember reading when i was younger turned into a new media website, i'm now a writer for them [i put the editors through hell too]. i got a cool photo project going on, i'll upload some once i get em to flicker or photobucket. somethings never change, like mountain dew and eM. i seem to always come back when i wear the [dishsoap] shirt..... {\ _ /) (='.'=) (")_(") 
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RE: the life and times of vilbe! | 4/25/2012 3:43:15 PM |
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RE: RE: the life and times of vilbe! | 4/26/2012 2:19:19 AM |
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I love you JnL. Glad to have you back vilbe. Glad it's working out for the better.
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vilbe
Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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Random Comment | 4/27/2012 3:41:35 AM |
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The journey could be a bit exhausting at times. Especially in societies post apocalyptic implosion. Welcome to Amerika, 2012 edition! The pig f*ckers and greed class still exhaust the stanglehold they have on us mere humans. My accountant and i find us in a peculiar situation, we bought the tickets and the ride is about to begin. When your slightly twisted you always expect batsh!t insanity. We walk the streets of the whaling city, hoping to escape the sonic storm brewing out there over head. Suddenly, the journey is upon us, a psychic theater awaits us, and near ego death. oh ego death. Our guide, an odd fellow traveler of the unknown lets us know we've reached our destination. My accountant warned me to trust him, and he's usually right about these thinks. To the untrained eye we are lunatics, about to celebrate the impending equinox in the most unorthodox of ways. The show begins, and we were all yellow. our private psychic theater elicts good vibes, positive bright colors that wave and pulsate. Talk goes from the mundane, to the spiritual, the spirit quest begins. The head is surprisingly getting clearer, and the universe herself shall speak. We create our own fog on the water, the perfect cover to row our make shift boat to a sailboat. the sea needs us, unfinished business ahead sorta speak. My accountant spots the perfect vessal, what just appears out of nowhere. A random ghost ship while we go on this journey? the universe can be weird after all. The two of us are only vaugely familiar with wind powered ocean going vessals, we're small craft people. The ship is at least 40 feet long, and has three great big masts, outfitted with what appeared to be a ocean of color on the sails. Our fellow traveler assures us its okay he's a pirate, and that eased our minds quite much surprisingly. This pirates motives became very cleary within moments of this obscure but important fact. This journey felt destined to happen, a good salesmen i say. i agree we need to find us a whale. Well, the pirate wanted a shark, but my accountant and i much preferred the bringing the whales back to the whaling city idea. Looking back, ours was innocent fun, if only we knew the battle that'd unfold. Either way, the ship is sailing, and the journey begins. We passed Fishers Island sometime ago, as the geographer of the group it became my job to navigate. We have a compass, and the soon failing cell phones that never accurately tell you where you are anyway. Time gets relative sense we lacked the ability to effectively measure it, or the capacity. I talk of sailing to Africa, not caring that it'd take weeks and could be a dangerously wreckless move. Hunting lions seemed to have much more of an effective symbolic meaning for my own life journey. We start hearing sea creatures once we were enveloped in total darkness. We lacked a spotlight, or any lights other than the red and green ones in front, and the one on top of the mast. All we have i realize, is our bare hands and our witts. Supplies were not on this ship. The sea is unkind for us land creatures. All of a sudden a loud thud jolts us all back to reality, natives on to us? something is trying to take us down? my accountant has the look of fear across his face. this is it! eaten by sharks, finally put to rest! this isn't fear, its SCATHING PARANOIA!!! The pirate is up in the crows nest, howling, screaming blood wrenching screeches. Has he gone mad? here come your fucking sharks! happy?! i hope you are! the thuds get gut twistingly loud. How strong is this hijack vessal of termite bait gonna hold while the hungry beasts chomp on the bit?! I hear a splash, the pirate jumped from his perch. The madman is insane, what posion did he give us? what idiot does this nonsense?! the thundering thuds have stopped? he's been eaten. he must! oh god, blood attracts more! we're doomed, here it is, here they come. what psychic thunderf*ck is going on here?! i bravely walk over to the edge of the rickety boat, partly to see what madness is happening in the ocean. That b@stard has his claws in the shark! mumbling some batsh!t insanity about disarming the beast. It doesn't look like he's gonna make it. The sharks huge giant teeth stick out like razorblades, ready to turn him into chop suey. He's a goner for sure! The go under, the beast gaining the upper hand in his home turf. All of a sudden the pirate screams "ARREAKYA!!!!" and falls into the sea after the splash up to the surface. The man and shark fall into the sea, bubbles come up from the surface. They both rise! neither move. finally the pirate swims!, but the shark is docile. Slowly the disarmed beast sinks to the bottom of the ocean. All of a sudden the exhausted yet victorious crazy man who just wrestled and won against a shark is standing next to me, rather calm for what events just unfolded. The ship is sinking, and who knows where the f*ck in this big blue wet thing of death we are. After angering the other sharks out there, swimming is out of the question. We discared our dingy upon sight of this soon to be pile of driftwood. The attempt to make it back to land begins, but who knows if we will make it. The cold of the nights darkest hours is a harsh reality to just how dependent we are on luck, fate, destiny, and the grand scheme of the universe. We are still moving, so by some grace of mother earth we might make it. Light is making its reaches west, giving us the ability to finally figure its somewhere right before sunrise. A grey ominious fog hangs around however, limiting visibility. Some how my traveling companions are sleeping, as i stear the ship. who could sleep after that?! we were nearly fish food! that was madness! Finally the ledge light comes into view, navigating being a pure guess. i mean i almost hit it is how dense the fog was. At least we are close, we could hypothetically swim from here. General dynamics appears from the clouds, a break in the fog. Knowing that is on my right, enables me to get a general idea whats to the right. Theres fort trumball on one end, shaws cove in the middle, and the peirs! yes the peirs! a perfect place to park. The citizens of this city though will be waking up from their sleepy stupor. They must know what shenanigans are outside their front doors. i mean there is madness out there, look at us the poster children for such insanity. I mean really, who's bright idea was to go on this journey. I supose you don't pick the journey, you just survive when you realize its always around you. Having survived the universe's attempt at giving me a message, it was time to get back to land. The sun is now up, and pretty soon there will be people. We gotta depart this vessal. It nearly sunk, and who knows where we truely got this boat from. What if someones looking for it? After all the insanity involved, its best to seek safety. It's been a long night, who knows what today brings. I try to wake the pirate and my accountant. Both are sleeping like rocks, sloths in a cocoon of sail. I write a note, telling of my lack of energy and need for much overdue supplies. I grab the pirate's flag, a Skull with the word liberated underneath it. Time to walk down the pier, and leave a signal. I get somehow, thanks to fire escapes, to the roof of some downtown building with a decent view of the immediate downtown. I hang my flag, a call to others, a warning to some. Supplies are diminished, and i guess its been roughly an hour now sense sun rise. My body needs fuel, the mind is zapped. Before you blame it on the lack of nicotine and caffeine, or the chemical keys that led me to this journey, i must remind you of the last twelve hours of psychic thunderfuck. The electric jolt to my brain synapses is just what i need after being awake, on witts edge, prepared for anything. Decompression, like had i traveled to the depths of a figurative ocean. The battle of liberation, from beasts, the pig f*ckers, greedy swine, and what other things attempt to make you lunch. The pig f*ckers and the swine especially, fatheads, swindling out my american dream, killing it and getting us to think its our fault completely. The dust is settling in the scathing paranoia that is the dust of the death of the american dream. people are waking up now, as if coming out of a three decade binge of fukitol, the soma of the brave new mellenium. well here we are now, its 2012! the populace is restless and people might be realizing there is power in knowledge. The morning people on the streets, look at me like if everything is competely normal. The sun is shining and its a really warm first day of spring. One of the benefits of global warming, a pleasent change of scenary. The people don't realize what to fear is global cooling. i mean sunshine, palm trees, and a reconfigured shoreline would enable us to rebuild right. I escape to my car and think about which direction do i head to? go north to the last green valley between boston and new york, a place i know is safe. Swamp Yankee returns to the swamp. Do i find a place to crash and recoup my bearings? currency needs acquisitioning, fuel is needed as supplies are gone. brain fuel. how can i be sure there weren't witnesses to the madness of insanity i was just apart of? someones gotta warn the sheep they are about to get shaved. The pig fuckers are trying harder than ever to bring the people they were sworn to serve and protect down for anything obscure, silencing the freedom fighters. Swine have robbed us, and my stereotyped lazy passive fucked up lost generation is quite aware, and ready to set the record straight. "You can feel anything you wanna feel, and call it real" -Lou Barlow
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vilbe
Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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RE: Random Comment | 5/5/2012 2:13:23 PM |
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oh man for once every week things seem to be getting even better than they were. i took some awesome photos [photo thread to come]. this tidal wave of good feelings started tuesday after a rather spontaneously good open mic night [i had jammed with the guys before, but never like more than jamming odd stuff out. we managed to keep it together for a 4 song medely.] Wensday i had a great band practice with the resident alien collective. thursday i got to see some recording in action, and find out i'm being considered from instead of being a guest at the art studio, to a resident key holder. [which means i'd get a dedicated space for my photos, and some time during the week for my own music projects].... well, i recently had a night [last nite, friday night] that basically condensed road trip [like the straight to dvd squeal version lol]. so this girl, we'll call her KT got all jealous of me and a mutual friend going to see a show up in hartford [he lives there, but it was a hike for me as its 45 miles one way and my car sucks on gas]. The original plan, the only reason i agreed for her to come was she had money for the show and evening, and full well knew we wouldn't be back till like noon time today. i had bought my ticket in advance, and so did my friend CeeGee. She lives in another direction, the middle of the rural last green valley, and no where near where we were going. I intended to meet up with her when she was down in my town, and leave from there, but it was her dads birthday. i had an important if not bogus job interview with an art studio/music venue space known for stiffing people out of what they are owed, contract employees, residents, merch sales, and performers. However i figured what the heck, sense rarely have i ever had a job seek out me [i've recently grown a name for myself for digital promotion, surprising everyone by getting a video to have almost 1300 hits in 13 days.] once i floated to the people who know this guy personally the proposal that was made to me, and get the "yea that'd be great if he didn't screw people out of money all the time, but why don't you do it yourself?" my friend ceegee happened to stop by a guitar store, and found one that i've spent months looking, wanting to try and buy before i even figured about buying it. unlike most other guitars, the fender maurader hadn't ever been officially released before, exsisting mostly on blueprints for the last 50 years. he's an acoustic guitar player so he couldn't really give me a good honest opinion, so the journey was to start mid afternoon instead of the dinner time original goal. turns out KT isn't even down here, but she of course says she'd repay the gas it cost to get and return her. thats cool, ceegee just got enough supplies for 3 instead of 2. well being a stupid libra, and enjoying the chance to have a set of old friends together who i thought would of been quite enjoyable led me to go on this huge detour. the journey of wandering around new england on a friday night had began. i get there pretty quick, having wanted to literally pick her up and go. that didn't happen, she had a friend over. her friend wanted a ride with us, so she could take the bus back to her appartment in boston [sense we had no desire at this point to go that far] we all get to chris's, 4 of course not 3. i didn't realize ceegee and KT hadn't seen eachother in like 5-6 years. ceegee and her friend DB hit it off pretty well, even if he wasn't phyiscally attracted to her they did have similar personalities and chemistry. [ceegee just broke up with his girlfriend, so he's on the rebound ironicly] we all go to the show, DB covering KT's ticket, and arrive in time half way through the band before the one we wanted to see. the show wasn't packed, but it wasn't empty either. the show started pretty early actually for a friday, 5pm, so the headliner would hit at 8pm. Due to my detour i miss the guitar store, by a whole 5 minutes. i did get to see it though. while ceegee might not go to many shows, he loves music. he works two jobs and goes to grad school, so he's never really got a hell of alot of free time. he had a night where the next morning he had an open book final in a class he knows well, something he could do exhausted. anywho, having tried to sync up schedules to bands we like has been hard, so when we had a chance to see one we've both liked for years [that we found together like 10 years ago, reunited again] we jumped on it. KT's quite the hermit girl, i finally realize. i used to see her from time to time between the time i worked at the local coffee watering hole, and a pizza place. i had been quite good friends with her like 7-8 years ago, and when we reconnected in november initally we picked up where we left off. i found out she's living the dream, husband, child, mortgage, dog, car. the husband has a great job, another mutual friend from all our circle [definatley not one to go see live music outside of the arena] and as ceegee and i learned, DB knew KT during the gap time when we all really didn't talk [before the adult responsibilities, back when she lived in california, and texas] KT and DB still hang out quite often i guess, some how? i guess usually they hang in boston, so neither of them really knew what was on our side of the world. i knew something was up when we got close to chris's cheap yet middle class appartment. its in a pretty good neighborhood considering the city. KT lives in the middle of no where, and thinks the closest population centers to her [danielson, and norwich] are big cities. we finally got to a real big city [yet she grew up in orange county go figure, goes to show you how insular the last green valley is] DB lives in boston, boston and hartford have a pretty big rivarly. having once lived in the boston tv market, the only news you get there out of hartford is bad crime news. she started getting nervous about what the venue would be like, and the crowd. which struck me as funny considering she's one of those music festival goers. [which can have some pretty high energy people crowds]. i figured i had picked the right show, the band in question wasn't hardcore, nor punk or metal. more like a pop rock band with some bluesy jazzy influences. easy listening, mellow crowd stuff. we were at what was voted as the best venue [yet again, but this time it actually deserves it after the remodeling and facelift]. anywho [thank god i didn't drink, having to drive in an area that is way to congested to even have a beer], and i was quite lucky in the fact i woke up for the day at around 1 [no i didn't go to sleep wicked late, i actually got 12 hours for the first time in months, i felt so energetic yesterday :D]. Well due to the fact i was paying attention to the awesome show, i wasn't keeping tabs on where the conversation went. i guess DB missed her bus, and had to get to work tomorrow. due to the fact i was in the zone experiencing music, i never got the hints to chat about this to know to go drive her up to the bus station [actually looking back, dunno why she didn't walk. the bus station was 5 blocks from the venue, the car was 4 in the opposite direction]. so i listen to the proposals to get her back home, you know the usual promises [oh don't worry we'll cover you gas, get ya breakfest and coffee, throw you some money for the hassle]. ceegee having been flirting with DB even wanted to tag along, riding high on cloud nine for finally getting to do something fun. i should of realized something was fishy when we were going to boston because this girl had work at like noon the next day [ceegee lives near a bus station too, which would of only added 20 minutes to the trip]. but ceegee was down to go, and the mood and conversation was still group friendly. we figure we'll head to boston, especially once i text a friend and find out his band is playing not far from DB's and we could get in free if we make it in time. the drive to boston itself was fun actually still, i went a different way due to being up in hartford. the mood was pretty good still though, which is what made all the difference. We pull in to boston at DB's appartment, where it'd be a 20 minute walk to the show my friends band is playing. All the ride we were all getting stocked about seeing a decent sized regional band playing in the major city of new england. we were rockstars. i figured we woulda burned more gas on the way, got rather happy when i realized it only burned half a tank. well we get there and hang out at DB's cuz we got an hour to kill [they were playing part of a 3 day festival show sorta thing but at a venue designed for these things]. well at DB's is when the girls start acting weird in a way, wanting to do other things but not wanting to help us finacially [had i woulda known a journey was emminent, i so would of prepared better]. i tried to explain, i purposedly had only brought so much cash and left the rest in my lockbox at home. [i no longer use any form of plastic card, yea its a pain. but, i actually spend less money. i have a bank account, and it actually holds money. problem is its a small regional credit union, not a national everywhere bank]. KT is actually the one best finacially off out of the three of us. ceegee had pretty much spent the last of his money minus a few beer dollars on snacks, drinks, and stuff for the ride. on the ride up, ceegee and i find out we have mutual friends up there. we invite them to the show! well when it comes time to leave KT and DB just wanna poop out, blaming being up sense early the previous morning [although it was only about 11:30 at this point] we say sure, borrow the spare key and plan to make contact with KT to get her back home. due to boston being the kind of city it is, a car is a hinderence, and a free parking spot a steal. we were close to alot of things so we walked. we stopped for a beer along the way, i also had pizza too [i was starving!] well we get in the show and its awesomely good. apparently until 6am sunday morning, there was to be a musical act on stage most of the time. thats insane. our friends band was starting pretty soon, and the friends we invited remember some of his older bands. [the show was manly an eclectic mix of local small time bands, a few did travel quite far]. our friends band is pretty heavy, a sonic noise of melody and fuzz. one of those feel it in your blood bands. some of our friends bail out because of this, but it didn't matter we're in the zone. there had ended up being like 3-4 good bands in a row, hitting both of our current favorite genres. [me: loud noise pop rock, and acoustic folky alternative, him country punk and hipster indie band]. we finally realize its almost like 3 oclock, and head back to DB's appartment to check on KT. we call and get no answers, but we have the key so we go to check it out [incase they left us a note was my rational] [wow i ran out of space, part two next post]
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vilbe
Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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RE: RE: Random Comment | 5/5/2012 3:19:48 PM |
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so we get into DB's appartment and step into the end of a girls night. wine bottles and decent brandy are strewn about. my guess was the midst of a makeover, i guess they had went out, and than headed back not long before us. this is where looking back i suspect the plan being baited all along. all of a sudden DB doesn't have work till monday, and KT no longer wants to hang in boston. ceegee and i however really want to stay the night and see another band we've been waiting for to have a home coming show [they're finishing up a tour]. we already had our passes, and would of figured out of anywhere to crash it would of been there. this is where i picked up the same flirting DB did to ceegee happened between her and her male room mate. the power of getting lonely men in a trance eh? so the girls want to go back to KT's house for the weekend. whatever i figure at this point, they promised to repay the gas and it's on the way sorta to get ceegee back by 8am, the midway point on a straight line sorta. didn't even occur to me how much slower the back road direct routes to get from where the highway gets closest to where KT lives from the east really ends up just going from providence to her house, in the middle of the nowhere. well i had this feeling, and the girls were hungry wanting to hit a dinner, so i remembered where a good friend of mine and i would use to eat early mornings in providence. problem was, even at like 4am in the morning [being near a college] there were loads of drunk people, and for some reason hookers. there was a police officer literally patrolling the diner [it did succeed in making me feel at ease]. ceegee had just wanted us to get home, and had a diner by his place to hit [sense he was the only one now on a schedule, well i mean i had events later on too but mine didn't start till the evening]. well a near mutiny happens over the sudden emergency of real food [we had snacks in the car]. i end up saying f@ck it and at least wanting to shut off the stereo arguements, i'd make it up to ceegee by getting him something at the diner. i had $20 in my pocket, and figured i was getting repaid in gas by the ladies. well we grab food, i being smart and knowing my body eat light [just pancakes] as opposed to the typical 4am breakfest my companions order. ceegee i realized is more self concious about appearing normal with regards to normal meal procedure than i am [we have similar digestive issues] it was actually pretty entertaining watching the characters of this diner at 4am. we cash out and leave, and of course the GPS gives miss directions. as a geographer i knew this whenever it was decided to be used, and rather than expect it to know exactly where you are and the most logical way to get there, asked about specific roads and streets i remembered from traveling in this area many moons ago. i finally get us to the road i had intended to, in an effort to go the most direct milegae one instead of the most convienent, in order to avoid back tracking, and to save gas. it ended up taking us 50 minutes thankfully, and we got to KT's house. from when we got to what i logically consider the last open gas stations before getting there, had started subtly hinting at hey guys we need gas so i can bring ceegee back and make it home myself. well we get to the last one and i deliberately pull into the gas station, i had to use the bathroom and figured we weren't going to be able to go into KT's house this late at night, well early in the morning [it was now just past 5am]. we had been on empty, and so far the only contribution to my gas tank was the $25 we put in back in boston when i ended up last on E. a hole $15 dollars gets put back into my tank, [FYI it had costed me earlier that day to fill the tank was $69.00]. once we dropped the ladies off we were furious, as neither of us had no intention for this ridiculous journey but figured we'd help out and make a night out of it. i mean we enjoyed the situation, but probally wouldn't of went "hey man lets do this it sounds like fun" i had my copilot take some awesome city photos, we worked out the details for some music projects, building a server for a local secret awesome project, and had fun sharing music and singing songs on the ride. infact on the way back we had figured the girls were just quiet because they were sleepy, they hadn't been as talkative this ride as the previous one. my more sinister friend had suggested we out KT to her husband [after remembering the fact the girls were talking about a cover story about why DB was back, and what they did that night]. he's a closer friend to her husband than i am and i suspect would of probally preferred a night with him instead of her. i also suspect that while i wasn't paying attention to the conversation and focusing on navigating, that there was some tense things going back and forth. whateves. it was 5am after all. so we end up getting back to ceegees rather early, with a little less than 2 hours to spare. we had been cramming on and off the whole ride. i had hoped to borrow money off him for a few hours to get back, or something relative like that [like a friend of his up here]. well turns out so far this has been a dead end. the people i figured would of be around up here aren't [yea my fault for not staying in touch] well, i'll figure it out. never a dull day thats for sure.
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RE: RE: RE: Random Comment | 5/7/2012 9:42:26 PM |
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too many words. did not read.  my band here.
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Random Comment | 5/9/2012 3:15:21 AM |
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Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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RE: Random Comment | 5/9/2012 3:34:32 PM |
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i was asked for epic stuff! sheesh, its not everyday you start off one spot, drive to boston, and detour through providence just as the drunks and hookers invade the diner. in the mean time, watch this awesome video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qo8jzmc3-0
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RE: Random Comment | 6/8/2012 1:08:10 AM |
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Did anyone else start in the middle and see the word "SWORDS" over and over?  Manger la merdehttp://essentialmagic.com/Cards/CommentsAndRatings.asp?ID=48196&StartAt=1#Comment902239
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RE: RE: Random Comment | 6/8/2012 8:41:17 AM |
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Not until you said that, and now that's all I see.
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Joined: 7/22/2002 Quote: IV/XX The Offical eM Herbal Beneficary Sir Vilbe Lord of [dish soap] Sustainer of the Keg Garden http://www.thedamagedone.org
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RE: RE: RE: Random Comment | 6/23/2012 7:05:54 PM |
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so last nite i played a gig that hosted many a famous bands. the ramones, the pixies, the breeders, hatebreed, korn, the distillers, superdrag and many more. wow. life is good  i also host the open mic at said venue, i call it alien refugee camp as my band resident alien got kicked out of our practice space for being too loud and having too many people. well, i'd love for them to squash the concept resident alien is.... oh yea, i'm recording a demo [different band]. we'll see how that goes....
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