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--- D A N I E L N E S T E R Is this where I mention boring storylines, the first mention of firearms? Nowadays, I can’t like it, the South American soap opera, a third man springs up midscreen. You, John, you with your watchdogs and retirement mind-set. But when I hear it, I see where I was at all along. I wanted AM radio as much as the next son of a bitch. But nobody is gonna help me write a bridge, much less a chorus build-up. No OJT. But there it is, that 1974 snappitude. An obvious ejaculation, and an outro that’s all outro. from Sheer Heart Attack |
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