I am in heaven.
All of my prayers have been answered.
There should be parades in the streets. Strangers should hug and dance and cheer.
It should be a Public Holiday. There should be carnivals, and parties and old men should weep in the streets.
But even if there isn't, I don't care. Nothing can tain this most special of days.
Wolfmother are dead. Long live less-shit bands.
Couldn't get out of a one room building
15 hours ago