i'd like to share this photo with you. last night i went to an electro-punk gig in a seedy back room in young, hip and trendy chalk farm. right in the midst of semi-naked lesbian debauchery and skinny whiteboys with cocker-spaniel hair was this little old man quietly puffing away and reading his paper, seemingly oblivious to the sweaty writhing around him.i wanted to talk to him and get him to tell me stories of the war, but his silence was frightening.
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