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I dance, in my garage, almost daily. it's a complicated metaphysical event designed to summon rain and good fortune.
when I'm not dancing, you can be sure, in the least, I'm doing a solemn head-nod. does head nodding count as dancing? I think it does. HIGH FUCKING ART.
RIP Merce Cunningham, whoever the hell you were.
ps: rob's an ideological pitbull. once his jaws lock, you'll never shake him loose.
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