The baby has reared it's ugly head and became "cute." In the not so sure what to think of it department, I think of the beauty that is punk rock, and I think shitty basements, dark clubs, a shitty P.A., keg beer, cheap booze, puke, the smell of sweaty leather and the thoughts of disgust that those were not a part of it must have been thinking. Now there's this...
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