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Today Alabama, tomorrow the sun bleached bones that sit welded into the seats of our national court. I've been howling this for a fucking decade and then some, we need feminism, we need it not only to return but to be weaponized. We need militant, fucking feminism, we need "Keep looking at me, I'll rip your fucking balls off!" feminism, we need "I'm not asking...
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The indelible mark that was left upon me by this album cannot be overstated, it's a shame that the best and brightest from this band are gone and what's left are morons who embrace stupidity but time rarely shines honor upon us. As I get older I realize much to my shame that time does not age people like wine, it withers them into fucking...
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12 Kilos...You better run

Figures

Garrett doesn’t remember getting up from the small kitchen table and navigating the narrow pathway to the settee. He doesn’t remember sitting down and trying to navigate more of the trashy fiction novel he’s most recently fixated on. He doesn’t even remember settling in and pulling the musty smelling blanket over himself in order to sleep.

One moment Garrett was...
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12 Kilos

“There’s an old saying, you seem to like those, you’re born alone, you die alone, friends and family are just the illusion between the two so you don’t feel alone while doing the living.”

Garrett hasn’t heard that one before but it speaks to him, so do all his recent recollections about his aunt and his sour turn into adolescence.

“So, I’m company...
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12 Kilos, This Dungeon Earth

“My daddy used to pour that same vanilla over apples with brown sugar, he called it candied apples. Thought I wouldn’t remember what the real thing was. I knew. I remembered. He always had bad news when he did it. I’m betting you ain’t any different now.”

In a couple of sentences using her simple, to the point dialect, the...
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