playing the radio at top volume Q101 blasting thinking of an actor's chronic miscasting feel the anger coming from that band as i lay on the beach close to the sand hey now, sings everlast all you sinners i can tell that most of these guys aren't winners two minutes later here comes creed with scott stapp sounding as if he's on speed soon comes the chili peppers all around the world they go and that creativity from them it will flow it drips around them and leaks like a sieve but as far as music there is no alternativeBirth sign: Aries
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