Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?
Nobody.
zondag 1 januari 2012
Social Amputees Forever zine #1
the first week of 2012 saw the release of my zine!
it features articles, reviews and and interviews with bands.
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