One imagines a world seen through night goggles; abandonment at the ravaged frontiers of a puppet state; the brainwashed hysteria of teenage guerrillas planting IEDs.
Perhaps one does. Or perhaps, instead, one imagines $4 from the used CD store.
(I had to sit through a set by Low when I saw Radiohead in 2003, and they were the single dullest fucking thing I've ever paid to experience.)
1 comment:
they're pretty boring. but reportedly if you're really stoned it's like god.
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