Stood in line for hours but ended up practically hanging over stage left. Recognized a few of the songs but for the most part was more into the visual aspects of the two plus hour show. That one get up kinda looked like a psychedelic couture mummy wrapped Lady Gaga. At least now I know what it's like to be inside a disco ball.
I'm a question wrapped in an enigma, rolled up and left inside a douche bag fermenting in an asshole for an added kick to the throat. A contradiction in terms. Both yin and yang. Peacemaker and destroyer. Nice guy and asshole. Friend and enemy. A true son of Gemini. Neither duplicitous nor untruthful, I don't have much of a filter separating my brain and mouth. I suspect I may be a little bipolar and slightly ADD, something I'm currently self medicating herbally.
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