

Of Ink and EmotionIn Austin, Texas, in some club or bar or pub or other much loved synonym for "place to get drunk," the real name of which I've forgotten,
I went with a dear friend of mine, to watch her slam.
I didn't know what the fuck it meant then, either.
What it means, you see, is you get on stage. In front of people, yes. And read the shit you write in the little book you keep a secret. No, the secret one, not the one you "sometimes" let "some" people see. You know, when you're trying to impress your friends. The one full of secrets that are so embarassing, you hide them fr
Of Ink and Emotion
in Open on 2/9/07
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