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Thursday, 16 April 2009 04:15

       It’s like casting spells, like starting a bloody fire. Oh my God, it’s really like I’m hooked up to heaven when I play washboard. It’s just beats within beats within beats. Whoosh whoosh whoosh. It’s so bloody awful. Sometimes I hit the lamp posts. Last night I was pressing all the buttons on this broken telephone making change come out while I was playing. Oh it’s great. It’s a royal safari, the washboard is...

 

 

 

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written by Daniel , December 20, 2009
I've heard about saints living on the sidewalk. I heard about a saint born with bells on the end of his dreadlocked hairs who has come back like a nickel. Robin Attwood is more than a blessing to the grass that grows but he is a statement to the american soil. He is like those white juicy kernels that you see in fertile soil. He is a brother in estascy, fear, pain death and truth. God bless you Robin!

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