You think you can't be stopped and what the Hell if you're wrong? Make love to your muse all night and stare back in the mirror, still it goes on and on.
On and on these days will fight back, going through motions in time. But clocks tick tock and memories lag behind.
Strange days plague us in different ways.
Oh yeah - I used up all my web space so far to post The Hazmats stuff, so until The Cripes songs are down on "tape," check out the HomeSlice bizznatch.
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