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spooky shit. 2002-12-23 - 6:08 p.m. sEttOjerry: dude, joe strummer's all dead and shit. leroystanks: yeah.. i just found out a little while ago. sEttOjerry: bloody hell. leroystanks: the fucked up thing is, yesterday i decided to dig up London Calling... and i couldn't find it. sEttOjerry: damn..that is eerie. leroystanks: same shit happened with Alice In Chains... i started listening to them again after not having done so in years, and then Layne Staley died about a week later. sEttOjerry: crazy shit. leroystanks: sounds like the basis for some Twilight Zone shit. sEttOjerry: you listen to things..they die. sEttOjerry: so you can't listen to anything else, without risking killing musicians. leroystanks: but it's only like, musicians that i haven't listened to within a certain amount of time. sEttOjerry: so it could be anyone. that's the mystery of it. and on the tv show adaptation you're constantly being thrown into situations where you have to listen to things. leroystanks: and then i get torn apart by the struggle of not listening to rockin' shit or ultimately kill all my favourite bands. sEttOjerry: this is great television. leroystanks: perhaps i'd even start to go insane, and my decisiveness starts to deteriorate as my mind does leroystanks: and i start inadvertently killing again leroystanks: cos music is the only thing that keeps me sane sEttOjerry: there's some bands you have to listen to forever because if you stop and start again, they will die. leroystanks: man... i should totally turn this into a story.. sEttOjerry: word
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