tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23521711.post114978499088686872..comments2023-08-29T05:40:21.843-05:00Comments on non-coastal simulacral extravaganza: The Compulsion to Clapelisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08235810441424395356noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23521711.post-1150117563013901832006-06-12T08:06:00.000-05:002006-06-12T08:06:00.000-05:00and when Neil's face was 10 feet tall (clearly i a...and when Neil's face was 10 feet tall (clearly i am not so cinematically inclined to know the typical height of a theatre screen nor bored enough to google it), i imagined that i was drooling on his guitar. oh, wait... thats right... I fell asleep through a bit of it, dreamt that i was that close and suffering through a cold, woke up with both mucus and drool on myself. A.elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08235810441424395356noreply@blogger.com