I can usually figure out why I bought some truly terrible albums in my time--the thing that freaks me out is not remembering where I could have possibly bought half of the stuff that now comprises my album collection. The closest record store is an hour away, and I don't get out much, nor do I purchase many things off of the internet. Maybe I sleepwalk, or sleepdrive, or sleeppurchasethingsoffoftheinternet.
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"I sweat like a fucking nun on Sunday...I don't even know what that means."
- Sebastian Bach
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