Filekutter
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Some of you... I know are like me, and have this little capillary, this weathered vein... this little part of cranium. Places in the past are not such a strange concept. They have smells, they have consciousness and they drift along till something knocks them off the shelf... where you have to look at them... and then you squeal like a bish and embrace them hard and just rock on a filthy mattress in 1960s St Louis with a stranger walking up the stairs and your mother is behind him and they want to ask you for your last joint. And when they go away you put on Johnny Cash.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go&feature=fvw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVAWKfJ4Go&feature=fvw
