Ya, I'm done. Me and Frown don't like the same stuff. Me and Frown accuse each other of lack of taste because we don't like the same stuff. Me and Frown both exaggerate our dislike of each other's stuff to get under each other's skin.
Dicks get shaked. Wash, rinse, repeat.
EDIT: Ya, I think I'm pretty conscience a lot of times that nostalgia is playing a role in my enjoyment of something. I hardly ever listen to Zeppelin these days believe it or not. But when I do I'm taken vividly back to the 70s.
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“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well,
on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”
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