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makes a hell of a pork roast simmered in beer, kraut and spiced fruit

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tends to write poetry as if he were still writing lyrics

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spent exactly thirty minutes in Paris, most of it going very fast

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portrayed King Arthur on the stage; also, once claimed to be King Neptune

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is primarily composed of newyorkicite, with several thick veins of bostonium

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wishes Egon Schiele could have been around to draw fliers for hardcore shows

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was one of the boy sopranos who drank all the little bottles of Coke out of the vending machine at the monastery

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hopes to read all 20 of Zola’s Rougon-Macquart novels (currently: 9, last read: Nana)

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missed the day his Abnormal Psych class discussed erotic eccentricity, ironically

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wonders if The Gooney Birds are still playing out there somewhere (viz., per  CvB, where, where the hell is Bill? )

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feels the same way about the Tombstone Teeth, but doesn't know a song with the name Craig in it

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misses the golden days at the Carriage House

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sees hope for the culture in the trend towards novelized television, thus...

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would like David Simon to be program director for an entire network

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needs to mention that there's a subtext to the Rhythm Pigs quote at the bottom taken directly from the song being quoted

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owes Sparky K. (formerly of 2000 Flushes) about ten cases of The Water (to be consumed with many a box of CRAC-KERS!)

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had the best bowl of minestrone he’s ever had in Kyoto

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regrets that his high school band once unnerved a donkey while playing at a town fair

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is happy to have been even a small part of the making of Surreal Woman and Other Songs

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has insidious plans to become a New York mole within the Philadelphia theater scene

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was face-palmed by a skin during an Agnostic Front show at TT the Bear’s in Cambridge because Jim the Hippie bumped into the guy

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served as Keeper of the Car Door, 1988 (preceded by: C. Connolly, 1987; succeeded by: S. Koen, 1989)

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would love to see his collages move (like DL) but doesn’t have the temperament to direct a film

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can ascribe both of his most intense medical experiences to the bacteria that live on cat fangs (also, likely part feline at this point)

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has the distinct honor of having once startled the shit out of ol' Tangerino Tantrumpants

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And you are?