dream:
i was at some big venue that was totally packed. seemed like it might have been pepsi coliseum or something similar. i'm here to see the big show. eventually lazyhawk finds me wandering the halls. "are you ready to play? you start in five minutes!" this sets in a panic, as i don't know which band he's talking about. then i realize neither band has practiced for the show so it doesn't matter, it's going to sound sloppy. this goes on a for a long while, but i never get to the part where we start playing.
the end?
a random collection of whatever from beyond the cosmic horizon; the psychic adventures of a rambling, gambling, heavy metal beatnik.
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