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30 seconds to mars,
such a bizarre procession of cultish lamery that i was seriously scouting around for sharp implements with which to gut myself so I had something with which to hang myself.
I was there because my friends band were (highly inappropriately) supporting them and wanted me to do some photos. on the plus side i I did get to goof around on stage a bit and pretend i was ziggy stardust (it was actually a very fun night but was just highly bizarre with an absolutely execrable soundtrack)
that or the llama farmers.
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