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Twakt with Tim Green/ TG @ Cenci, Atlanta, GA August 8, 2009 (pg. 5)
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| iammesol |
| quote: | Originally posted by inferno
Sam start coming out again or we come kidnap you! |
I dare you to climb up my balcony and break in :mad:
Girlfriend + UFC 101 > techno |
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| Seppuku |
This show was awesome. I had my doubts if Cenci would work, but the venue went over really well. Just need to fill that room up a bit more...the midtown/bazzaar crowd was MIA. But I'm glad Cenci isn't going to be strictly 21+, I have a lot of friends that have been wanting to come out but previously couldn't.
Tim's set was good. Although I am a bit tired of the latin percussion tech house sound, he kept it interesting and groovy. Even though it wasn't packed, there was a lot of energy in that room. Awesome music by the locals as well.
We had fun hanging out afterwards Mike, thanks again for letting us stop by. :p |
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| enydo |
| Bummed I didn't make it out. These last couple weeks have been kinda hectic, school starting again soon, moving, and all that entails. |
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| iammesol |
| ohnolookslikesomeoneelseisn'tgoingoutanymore |
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| Seppuku |
| I'm the only one left. :( |
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| iammesol |
| I still love you, Trace! |
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| enydo |
| quote: | Originally posted by iammesol
ohnolookslikesomeoneelseisn'tgoingoutanymore |
Nope, I'm not. I'm starting a blog instead. |
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| iammesol |
| I haven't updated that in forevar. |
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| Demoted |
He's grown out of blogs too :/
WHAT'S LEFT, SAM?! |
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| iammesol |
girlfriend, MMA, and call of duty four. \o/
oh, and this message board |
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| enydo |
| You forgot facebook status update deluge. |
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| Demoted |
These tears, this amber road.
I know nothing of distance, my hands but bleed to remember. Tripping over sun dials and wisping in and out of Escher. A stare-case into wall and through inertia. By synapse does sullen take a turn for the worst, a turn towards bitter bucolic. A turn towards "pretty sure".
And the hips sway, away from, an interest in disinterest, a taste for lacking. Slacking, alack the day I say something I meant and spend money I've already spent. My mouth ever-moving towards another mouth just the same. A blackened hue and stuttered assonance.
The beckoning, the reckoning. A lack of liking fine. |
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