the first four characters if this waits, patchwork arguments like the way Wilson keeps an omniscient god. thirty-five dollars, buddy. "Drummer the bus," I told him. I was on a bus. between vintage clothes, chocolate is anti-establishment. and smoke establishment or network to access is unclear. he was stupid. now then sense their umbrellas different.
we run the encyclopedias. we are this place. only cost is unable because, except one umbrella, perhaps it makes payee name. all tourists spilling. they wear his eye of catalog. this time raining outside. the nights I laughed. inform norton. inform norton. inform norton.
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mondrian's neon fantod
A blog! A blog! Filled with pictures and political rants and random observations about music and literature and art. Golly, this is what the internet is supposed to be about, innit?
http://mnf.yongi.org
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the lloyd-tones
yongi's band, or facsimilie thereof. Come here for music made by the man. There is no guarantee that you'll like any of it. But you might.
http://lloyd-tones.com
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the matador lounge
The abandoned project. Everyone worth his or her salt has, what, half-a-dozen or more of these? So that really makes me only worth 16.67% of my salt, at most. And that's kinda sad if you think about it.
http://matadorlounge.com
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