Ahhh, what a fine fine weekend it was. Played my first two gigs on Friday and Saturday night with Fast Heart Mart. On the off chance that you're not part of this group's loyal fan base (consisting of the singer's ex-girlfriend and her chums), FHM is a little fo-piece group comprised of my homie Murdock on drums, my n* Martin on mic and acoustic gee-tar, this dude Scott who doesn't really talk to anybody on bass, and yours truly filling in lead gee-tar duties. I suppose we're sort of bluegrassy/folksy/rock type thing (Martin's from Virginia, and writes the songs). Anyway, it's pretty good shit, fits in well with the two bars we played. I could definitely get used to the whole rock-n-roll-lifestyle thing, although I'm still working on scoring some groupies. Oh yeah, and work today sucks ten times worse now. Somehow, repositioning evap. cooler units on a roof plan just isn't the same anymore. Oh well... back to work. Weekend Warriors rule!
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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It's ridiculous, not rediculous.
You're going to the store, not your going to the store.
It's their music, not there music, and you hear music, not here music.
And it's red, not its red.
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