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Dude, I don't even know what shisha is... except possibly that gross cherry flavoured tobaccy that makes me projectile vomit onto a first-date (no kidding! always lead with a shitty impression!). Leave the sheesh to the trees and enjoy the refreshing experience of crainial-sacral therapy while high as shit on K. Also,
I was lost
In a valley of pleasure
I was lost
In the infinite sea
I was lost,
And measure for measure,
Love spewed
From the heart of me
I was lost, and the cost,
And the cost
Didn't matter to me
I was lost, and the cost
Was to be outside society.
Word up to the crusty raver kats in this city for being more punk than the paperback weirdos that frequent punk shows and word up to AIDS Wolf for being the fucking weirdest thing alive in MTL (great show Tuesday night at Divan Orange). Ummm... debate? No. Pacifist? Yes. Debate is for the fish, man.
Lawler is going to make me wet my pants a little bit.
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"I'm tired of self-respect"-DK
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