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Re: more of it.

>         yeah, you probably remember it too.
>         & maybe you thought you'd had a soul after all, when she
>  started singing.  cuz maybe she was putting it all out in front of us,
>  & maybe somehow her voice caught every time we wanted to shriek,
>  vomit, laugh hysterically, curl up and bawl til the shit was all out
>  there, on the table. & you kinda feel naked.
>         well, jack nudged me & mentioned he was proposing to her after
>  the show.
>         frankly, i had the same idea, but i could get past the croaking
>  that i reckon was my voice.
>         
>         because there were candles.  these ancient, drooling candles
>  all round the stage.  all the rooms in the bar opened up to
> there--the band assembled around.  karin, linford.  long hair.  ric
> looking like the rock n roll man.  linford was playing the bass in
> those days--fluid, fluid.  maybe it was a part of him?
> 
>         they were playin for a bar, so the show was heavier, thick. 
>  but karin--she had such passion, i thought maybe i'd found out i
> hadn't been breathing up till today.
>  
>         we just stood there.  stood there.  we were so immersed, never
> really heard, never really caught like that.  we didn't even notice we
> reeked.
>  
>         well, later i noticed.
>         because when you're down on one knee before a very beautiful
> woman, you start to notice the ketchup stains on your pepsi shirt.
>  
>         i'm not gonna tell you the best part.
>         you would never believe me.
>                                   --TW

...what?
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