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I remember that Junko (with JOJO and Toshi Ishizuka) was the first proper noise gig I'd ever been to, aged like 15, and it fucking destroyed me in my innocence. All I really remember is total mind-fucking horror and pain followed by me leaving after like 5-10 minutes. Since then I've gained a much better appreciation of such intense music, and would likely enjoy it tremendously now, but DAMN I found it harsh at the time.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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