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"I won't stick any of you unless and until I can stick all of you."

- Greg Ginn

Went to a luau tonight. Felt claustrophobic. Being around more than one or two people at a time does it. It was all right when outside, but it began to rain so it moved inside. Sitting around a room of people getting high and watching The Dark Crystal is not a good time. 'Specially when you don't smoke pot and those that do look at you like they feel sorry for you. It's an odd world.

Today I felt like speaking in Black Flag. Try to only converse in song or album titles and lyrics.

"I walked by your house to see if you were home."
"We're gonna have a TV party tonight."
"You're one of them!"
"Thirty five dollars and a six pack to my name... Six pack!"
"Wasted Again?"
"It's all up to you. No matter what you do."
"Louie, Looooou-eye. We gotta go."

geezer
the process of weeding out