Drums
By joelhcarter
Thu, 11 Nov 2004
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She arrived with her own fiteen piece percussion band. I helplessly
tried to follow the beat. My whole world stammered and stuttered. The
noise was deafening as i screamed something about a drink. The bass
burnt my throat, the vibrations tore at me. She seemed not to hear.
Fucking drums.
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