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hmm. spiders. well, I hate them. I kill big ones at work often with tetramethrin. It makes them go into convulsions until they die two minutes later. so- ok, well a week back I already wrote out a drawn out, detail-heavy story of a day at work killing spiders that I encountered while doing my main job. I was about finished with it and then I clicked on some link without thinking what it would do to the entry. It canceled out the whole thing of course, and I vowed to type it out again but was too mad to do it immediately. Bah, let's talk Faint.

I entered around 830 and looked and looked and drank all the while somewhat clinging to the bar searching for Opahl. If I did see you miss 'bluffs, I would have greeted you and told you my name and bought you a couple of drinks. So beep beep were ok. A weezer meets les savy fav didn't sound as good as they wanted it to. the fever were cool, in fact I'm looking for mp3s of them as I type. the faint were exhaustive and modern. I bopped my ass off on the floor in the back half of the crowd with my droogey Nate. He would jump a little bit, swing his arms while swaying then bust out fucking ROBOT during electro parts! haha. I merely tried to crash sokols floor in by jack hammer jumping while bruising people with my throrny elbows. Skorn, my other fellow, was upstairs taking pics I hope to god. If he did, then I'll post those very soon. Two poems on my next entry: "Crush" and "Water of Hate"