I had a wierd dream last night. I was walking down a street in the San Fernando Valley (where I grew up). I was on my way to meet some people, including my mom. For some reason I was wearing a walkie talkie, and they kept calling me on my walkie talkie asking what was taking so long. All of a sudden it started pouring rain. Then from some outside force all of the cars in the street came to a halt in a straight line. One car went shooting out into the intersection. The people were screaming "Don't you see what's happening? Don't you see what he's doing? We're the third car!" Apparently God was shooting cars out into the rainy intersection and people were dying. These folks were crying out for help. Then I looked down at my hands and one hand said "St. Yes" and the other hand said "St. No." St. as in Saint. The people on the walkie talkie kept asking what was taking me so long but I laid low. There was no way I was fucking with that intersection.
Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Anyway, my evil band is playing tonight at the Knitting Factory. We go on at 8:45. Come support KXLU. We are the only metal band on the bill, so we need some grind heads to show us love.

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Anyway, my evil band is playing tonight at the Knitting Factory. We go on at 8:45. Come support KXLU. We are the only metal band on the bill, so we need some grind heads to show us love.

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