
I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. The MG Band were hunched over their instruments. Lady Gaga's Teeth slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. His cat tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces.
Awesomeness
Happiness
I'm a Cowboy
Hello and Goodbye
Threnody for the Victims of Nagasaki
I Want To Put My Balls On Your Face
The Ingredients To What Buffalo Bill Eats or The Undying Age of Overconsumption and Gluttony
Best New Tune
Bongo Time (How I Got My Funk On Like 1975)
La La La La
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