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09 Jan 2007How you know when you can stop reading a music review:
Imagine a black, marble staircase winding up to an esoteric temple. The sky around you is the color of blood mixed with Balsamic vinegar.
Mmm, no.
How you know when you can stop reading a music review:
Imagine a black, marble staircase winding up to an esoteric temple. The sky around you is the color of blood mixed with Balsamic vinegar.
Mmm, no.
Sheesh. That’s downright awful.
The album is bad, too.
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Dude, you’re making me hungry!