Beg, steal or sell your body to get a ticket to see Interpol live.
They were fucking tremendous, and it was when they did this track that I am reliably informed I went 'Mental'.
Poetry
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Tuol Sleng
Your screams are in the walls
Lightly, I run my fingers upon them
And feel the texture of your fear
The sharpness of your pain
- keening.
Yo...
13 hours ago
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