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MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"
I miss these depressing motherfuckers.
When your boyfriend puts a big scratch through your favourite song on a record because he’s pretending to be a DJ and you want to cry.
This album is still untouchable.
