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...you can't sink the titanic...
the willow house was a fucked up little house we used to call home while we were at tyler school of art together. the house was condemned by the city. now we're all scattered all over the place, far from willow ave. i thought this might be a good way for us to keep in touch and share music and whatever projects we're working on. maybe also give each other a kick in the pants to make art or whatever.
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my favorite part of the village people has always been that, when choosing "not necessarily gay" male archetypes, leatherman beat out other choices such as fireman, sports figure, or doctor in dress shorts.
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