im fairly exicited about tomarrow

DEMON LUNG
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we uploaded an unmastered track from our forthcoming album. give it a listen if you give a damn.

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falling in and out of conscienceness, blacking out through shafts of bright lights and sorted misgivings and its funny how everyones is dressed down when your face down. bringing it all down to level with the worms. i can account from drinks 6 - 12 anything after that is anyones guess, but the devil usually has the right idea. because there is nothing like a sickly morning after. when recalling the night is much too labor intensive. id rather turn over vomit and drown. but it dont. instead i muster enough strength to pull myself from the floor on to the shit throne and dry heave my way back to life. enough energy to get in the car, and get to the shit job that funds these drunken nights and misadventures (punch in punch out drink in black out). red lights take their sweet time on days like these. one can say the slowday is the slack of the fast night life. as if the hangover is the universes payback for a goodtime. but worry not for the scales can be squared. because in every slowday there is a potential fast night. some so fast you wont remeber a thing but the walls closing in. like mansions ruduced to acres of wreckage. this is the life.