Have you ever felt packt like sardines in a crushd tin box?

i had such a headache today it felt like i was spinning plates with my treefingers in a pyramid like a faithless wonderboy from a subterranean homesick planet with a black star called palo alto where fake plastic trees grow and their roots meeting in the aisle is no surprise to anyone even the most paranoid kid android in alphabet land. enough references for u? it wasnt as easy as meeting people to come up with them. but anyone can play guitar on a friday