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current selection | thievery corporation – facing east
wouldja believe i hit not one…not two…but three bars last nite? yea…when the rain comes, it pours. but instead of writing abt the thrilling life and times of a bar-hopper…im jus gonna go and say that there are strange and utterly odd ppl in this city. (dur) at the last bar we hit, we’re met by this odd little woman who plopped herself down on our couch and started to spout comprehensible, yet not, sentences. in the course of…an hr? i couldnt tell. in the course of a span of indeterminable time, she used the following words in various patterns to form sentences: diamonds, titties, princess diana, ernst, hustler, crushed babies, dick, pregnant, taco bell, bartles and james, shit, cold (ok, fine), pussy, 1919, houston, fuck, and other fairly random words from the english dictionary. it was the most disturbingly ridiculous stream of consciousness ive ever witnessed…jus b/c it flowed from her mouth like the truth. my friend promptly bought her a drink while i sat there making odd faces under my scarf. i dont even kno where to begin this one. hoo…wah.