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"apparently tony has been to japan and played with keiji at keiji's house. the only being to have heard this will be keiji's cat. i think it will be a decent pairing. tony will create a wall of drone for keiji to splatter his guitar pyrotechnics across."
he stopped to think about what he was saying. it sounded clumsy and psuedo-bohemian. he decided to shut up for the minute. his ass was uncomfortable on the wooden chair he sat on and the CD he had been listening to, "Lee Ranaldo w. Birchville Cat Motel" had just come to an end.. "what to listen to next?" he wondered to himself aloud
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