I wanted to meet the girl who broke my nose stage diving, the heel of her Doc Marten catching the bridge as she flip rolled.
I felt the crunch to the point that it was an interior sound that drowned out the hundred and twenty decibel, light speed riffs spiking out of Shirk’s beat up Marshall amp that reads all.
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