Ska, baby.

3 September
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"Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them." - Richard Strauss

"I like my coffee like I like my women - tied up in a burlap sack and dragged across the Andes on the back of a donkey."
-Some guy on Slashdot

Night came and I broke my stride, I swallowed hard, but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites, casting first stones, killing my own. You would unscale my blind eyes, and I stood battered, but more wise, fighting to accelerate, shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I clawed my way to You at last. And on my knees, I wept at Your feet, I finally believed, that You still loved me.