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*in a sea of adolescent geeks and nerds grown to be adolescent college corruption holding pistol shaped hands high above their nodding heads to form an endless ocean of "W"s lip-synching every word to the sweater song in perfect drunken harmony                            i'm stranded here where i don't belong trapped in a  human cage of drunken fraternities and prudish sororities pass the expiration date of such antiquated requiems i stand shoulder to shoulder feeling nothing but the crushing desire to sleep the crushing desire to escape out into the wild*                                  Where are we going?                                  We're going nowhere.
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Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
In Beverly Hills I Wear My Sweater Made From Hash
*in a sea of adolescent geeks and nerds grown to be adolescent college corruption holding pistol shaped hands high above their nodding heads to form an endless ocean of "W"s lip-synching every word to the sweater song in perfect drunken harmony                            i'm stranded here where i don't belong trapped in a  human cage of drunken fraternities and prudish sororities pass the expiration date of such antiquated requiems i stand shoulder to shoulder feeling nothing but the crushing desire to sleep the crushing desire to escape out into the wild*                                  Where are we going?                                  We're going nowhere.
I was dragged to a Weezer concert by my wife and her parents. The band wasn't too bad live (tho i will never admit this to them...) but the fans really irritated me...
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Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
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