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you know, as much as i love trawling through bootlegs, trying to discover if the latest thing thurston has spunked all over for 20 minutes is worth the postage of a one-sided cassette from the states, as much as i love listening for the subtlest of jim o rourke's manipulations on syr3, and as much as i love the no wave attack of confusion is sex, sometimes i just think to myself:
"fucking hell, i love daydream nation".
i mean, it really is just fucking great isn't it?
not that i ever forget, but sometimes it's just nice to be reminded.
that is all.
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