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So I was crawling around in the hard ceiling of a Sheraton draggin camera wire all throughout the place when I noticed, after the fact, that I had lain on a dead mouse. Scraping up your arms, contorting yourelf into tiny places and getting cramps in places you didn't know had muscles wasn't bad enough. Nothing like having some poor, desicated mouse's fur all over your shirt. On that note.....

You just gotta Feel Good!!

Love you Nina Simone!


Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros-Home, This song makes me yearn for Oklahoma again. Or a viewing of "The Good, The Bad and the Ugly".


The XX, they are my new minimalist choice band!