Alexander Lockwood

Those suburbanurban house reels sure are scarier at night. My damn noisy shoes interrupt the silence and make me predator to those urbansuburban thiefs - the kind who carry switchblades of the painful kind. Or a gun shot at every orange-to-red light.
AAAAH get me out of here, this experiment is over. My nightlesssleeplessnight of me, insomniac for this day only, was a product of my curiousity, my anxious toes. but if It comes to an end, I pray it's in my own bed and not at the hands o f suburbanurbanxurbia houses with their wide, empty, brown streets and phantom-driver cars.

"It's possible 2002 will be looked back on as the Year the Indie Kids Started Dancing Again"
My eleven-year-old ass was shakin' in its slacks.

Me, I like 2003, the year I missed. It was 2004 with its Fabulous Muscles, Bows + Arrows, Antics, Funeral, that did it for me. Not the dancing, no. That came earlier, as I've already mentioned.

My Keaton is so pretty!:





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