Last night I went to this punker show. It wasn,t for bands or anything, it was a fashion show for Beasts of Burden to show off their tattoos and short shorts. It really showed how individualistic everybody was. You know, setting themselves apart from others by how they choose to dress. Really making a statement. And then taking that individual spirit and style and gathering in a room full of people that look just like them. I can really identify with that. Needless to say it was a great show.
Bygones - By-
At the very end, some dude from Auburn ran in with a dead animal tied to his waist and a perfect little goatee and demanded that everybody cut the crusts off of their sandwiches (we were eating sanwiches). Then he put on that Metallica record ,,And Crustice For All,,. All the individuals were weirded out at first but they calmed down eventually. As we were leaving, Mr. Perfect Goatee accosted my dear friend because he wasn,t wearing one of those dirty butt-flap patches. You know, the ones that individuals use to wipe their sticky poopers when they are stuck out on the rails some place. They got in a quick fight about it and it was resolved when we all started talking about how good that band Crass was. We left and he walked off towards the nearest squat in hopes of finding a hearty vegan meal and a place where he could continue not showering.
Cordially,
Lt. Denise Ferguson
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Smoke up those dank purps ninja..
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