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Wild Creature
hey, if anyone is interested, this is the solo set in manchester. the video is a little up the nose at points, but all in all, it's pretty good and the sound is decent.
Twin Human Highway Flares
It Froze Me
There Will Be No Divorce
San Bernardino
Woke Up New
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Wild Creature
and mr albatross, it only took 10 years and 2 presidents to find bin-laden. i bet i can do it quicker than that, and with no presidents. one day, you'll be at a pub, or a restaurant, or even in your kitchen or walking down the flowered path of your garden, and you will look down, and there will be a tall, cold pint of beer, calling to you, unnamed and sourceless, and you will have no choice but to drink that beer, after all, it's a beer, and as the delicate amber-colored elixir of the gods touches your lips, the inevitable voice will slither through your head, "i must admit, that yank noob pours a fine ale."

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Wild Creature
thx susan.
and mr albatross, it only took 10 years and 2 presidents to find bin-laden. i bet i can do it quicker than that, and with no presidents. one day, you'll be at a pub, or a restaurant, or even in your kitchen or walking down the flowered path of your garden, and you will look down, and there will be a tall, cold pint of beer, calling to you, unnamed and sourceless, and you will have no choice but to drink that beer, after all, it's a beer, and as the delicate amber-colored elixir of the gods touches your lips, the inevitable voice will slither through your head, "i must admit, that yank noob pours a fine ale."
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Wild Creature
thx susan.
and mr albatross, it only took 10 years and 2 presidents to find bin-laden. i bet i can do it quicker than that, and with no presidents. one day, you'll be at a pub, or a restaurant, or even in your kitchen or walking down the flowered path of your garden, and you will look down, and there will be a tall, cold pint of beer, calling to you, unnamed and sourceless, and you will have no choice but to drink that beer, after all, it's a beer, and as the delicate amber-colored elixir of the gods touches your lips, the inevitable voice will slither through your head, "i must admit, that yank noob pours a fine ale."
just find the bird at the bar with the ten foot wingspan, furiously whacking it off into a bottle of guinness flavoured vodka.
also, i'm copyrighting guinness flavored vodka as of this post.