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Okay, so I am in a marching band. Not really. It is very much not a marching band, but if you saw us, I'm sure you poor uniformed souls would say, "It's a marching band". But it's okay, I'm over that. But we are not normal. In fact we're evil. That's the point and that's this years show as well: our descent into evil.

Many people in our humble little activity question the things we do on the field. They protest and write letters, "You just don't respect [insert pretty much anything here]!!!" But you know what? They're right. We don't. But they can respect this!!!!!!! (you would be laughing at that last line if you could see that I am making a 7 with my middle fingers as I type this) Because there will be no writing letters after this saturdays performance. They will be too busy shitting their pants when they see what we've done this year. I'm sure they will use big words like, morally bankrupt and depraved... whatever...

So why will they say this? Well, mostly because they are jealous. But the thing that will incite (or rather intensify) this will be the props on the field. They are 10 foot tall black and white photographs of a cemetary in Prague. Let me just say that they are fucking awesome. They are all different tombstones there is one of a mother's and then another of her child's. There is a grim reaper and one of this huge freaky angel. I will post some pics of them, but probably not until after the unveiling this saturday. Try not to get all over excited in the mean time.

Seven.