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- | Night of the Living Dead 06/20/05 9:30 am Penn station at 3am on a weekend is a frightening place. If i were to leave the above statement unelaborated, most of you would probably immediately think of a seedy train station crawling with all sorts of lowlifes, homeless and crazies. You would also be dead wrong. As I, the innocent little serpent, was returning from the VNV Nation/Imperative Reaction show, I found myself alone in the midst of thousands upon thousands of mindless, souless, slow moving and bleary eyed...things. It didnt take long for me to realize that something was wrong. These were not people. They were drunk long island kids. I ran. They ran after me. Before i knew it, i was trapped in a train car with appx. 100 of them. I tried not to make eye contact, maybe they would mistake me for one of their own. They attempted to talk to me again, going for my sweet, tender brains. But i resisted. I fought. I insulted them. I fought the urge to eat my own head and end it all. peace unto you, my gentle flock. � � Sign My Guestbook!powered by SignMyGuestbook.com |
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