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Underground eXperts United
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[ Glasgow City 2001 ] [ By Various ]
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GLASGOW CITY 2001
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realization/concept: Freon, The GNN, ChameleonMessiah
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Well, 13.99 on beer and here we are...the Stella Artios generation.
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It's not even getting dark yet and I'm feeling vaguely drunk...need a few
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more cans then I'll be there - yeah, forget it, forget it all, forget her -
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just keep on consuming and all will be well. Fuck it.
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I'm knocking at my own door
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Clever!
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I'm knocking at my own door
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Easy! (no effort)
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I could be standing here for ever and ever
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and all people passing by
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believe I'm looking for someone
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medium tray nearly full...
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two people trying to act as a dictionary when one of them is not even
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able to spell.
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without the darkness falling the room is lit by a keep left bollard.
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gun handle sitting by side...
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Parents.
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You know, the ones that you have to lie to so they know exactly
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what you've been doing. The ones you can just be with and shut up and not
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say anything...they know what you're thinking but it's OK because they love
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you and maybe they love everything...like it doesn't matter because you
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know they'll always be there.
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Shit, why do I bother? I try really hard to write something worth
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reading but the harder I try the more it sounds like all the shit I've read.
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rm -rf / ... you know, sometimes it's tempting.
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Matters not. That is, it doesn't matter. Things keep working the
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way things keep working. There's nothing to hope for because there's
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nothing to fear. Anyway...I'll just pass the laptop on like it's a joint.
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We all got to get our fix.
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next stop: me
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can't!
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allvarligt... det gar inte just nu
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kanske senare
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bloody parents...
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calling at inconvient times.
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anywho...
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life being the misdemeaner that it is in if thats even a word.
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kurt sitting completely sober in his little box that he came in motionless
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in his little white jumper with a vacant stare on his face -
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cheers
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prost
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skal
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drink alcohol
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- not supprising really if you consider the fact that he is in fact an
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inanimate fluffy thing that only ever gettts stoned from passive smoking
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after about a year of being in a smoke filled room...
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Well, me again.
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BARE JUNIOR.
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Fuck the CAPS LOCK key, I tell ya. Anyway. Here it is - a
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Pentium three no less, sitting upon the lap of someone with so little to
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say.
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Ach, who cares.
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I live in a word; maybe someday I'll move into a paragraph, but
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right now a word will do. It's a blessing I guess; maybe my guitar gave
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me this word to live in while I'm waiting for my giraffe...
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Things are getting stranger the longer I write. Maybe it's time
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to pass the laptop on...maybe it's time to get a life; you know, a real
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life I mean, like the kind of life that the others live, the kind of life
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out there. Shit, what does it matter anyway? I think I'll climb a yew tree
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back where the children play (apologies to Cat Stevens) and pass the
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laptop on to the GNN...
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(svenska tecken finns inte pa den har datorn)
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Fan. Kan inte. Men kanner inget krav.
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Borde egentligen. Allt som inte
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kan borde egentligen inte goras som det
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vanligtvis ska men a ena sidan vem ar den som skulle
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kunna forsoka
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som inte vantade sig nagot annat?
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extinction.
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the discontinuation of a light.
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only to be reincarnated as cuteness by multi-billion dollar multi-national
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corporations.
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winegum - aladar.
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dead but brought back to life...
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unlike this.
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uXu #598 Underground eXperts United 2002 uXu #598
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Call KASTLEROCK -> +1-724-527-3749
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