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No cover for the needle to keep liquid in long term or if spilt. As well the packaging felt like it had some tacky stuff on it or spilt on it.
No Returnurn possible and there is NO way to contact seller. Avoid, there are many better options out there. So wish I could return these, going to try some others next payday. Maybe the review will voice my concerns. Will adjust if things turn around.
Do not buy these if you are looking for. Mine arrived yesterday, they are 1. Reading the reviews, I see this has happened numerous times in the past with this item, I usually read reviews before ordering, but didn't this time, my mistake , and I can only assume that Amazon is aware of the problem, and has just elected to NOT correct it.
Another great part of this, is that this item is listed as an "Amazon's Choice"! I wonder how much that designation costs the seller Anyway, I just called them to again inform them of the problem, but I can't say I have much faith that it will be fixed any time soon. Runs screamineback into the crowd.
It's time for me to leave I push through the panicking punks Someone grabs my Skrewdriver shirt. I ceep running, feeling it tear and split in front of me. I let it slip off my back. Another hand grabs my waistband. I unhook the button, open the fly and step out of my pants, running blindly away from maniacal mob. Only my shorts— my tight little bikini briefs— are left. Not for long. Hands push me deeper. I slide over to the cracK where two pillows meet.
I lean back against that crack and feel my naked body slip through. I fall. Through the crack Through blue space. There's no splash. No wave. No sub mersion. I lie on my back in a tub o: water, surrounded oy a dozen nakec Thai teenage boys.
They're all jerking off. Three young oriental women straddle my body. They squat down in a perfec row. One at my head.
One over my hare fleshpole. One at my feet. They begin to Diss. The water beneath me begins to jerk in huge fast waves It never happened. It spurted forth from my imagination into my computer. From there, I printed it out, wrote and rewrote, aoned it like a samurai sword, and final- y modemed it to Tim. It is ink on paper. No one was hurt. No blood was spilled. No one felt an iota of pain. I don't promote, advocate or execute. It's not a call to action. It is imagination realized as ink on paper.
Imagination lets us get beyond that. It ets us explore parts of each other's mind that we would never know about. It lets us create worlds— dangerous, nasty worlds— that we'd like to see, but would never want to live in.
Without it, all other freedoms are worthless. By definition, it's creative. By God's design, its harmless. It invents, twists, develops, does the impossible. It can reveal evil, but can't BE evil. It's art, literature, music, architecture, science. It's under attack. Pure Imagination— internal and unexpressed— is legal anywhere, at anytime. There are no laws against 'thoughts' in even the most repressive countries. There would be. It's only that they've not yet found ways of enforcing such laws.
There are laws, however, against the expression of imagination. More and more of them. The attacks come on all sides. It's no accident that the first Internet censorship bill was introduced by a Democrat and sponsored by Republicans. Imagination is freedom, and governments, just can't put up with that. I write this on July 4. Symbolic of the call to fight I'm making in this column.
Defending the imagination is not going to be easy. They'll pick away on all fronts. They'll attack most everything else in the name of insuring the peace, as if imagination were more dangerous than police firearms or prison rape. It'll take courage to fight back. A weapon in that fight is extremes. That's why I killed twice.
Bloody, sexy deaths, in my imagination. Extremes open up the space. They say, "Even this we can do. It might not be, if those jerking Thai boys or pissing girls were under To cave in, to tone down, to wimp out, that's how they win.
Records with warning labels. Movies with ratings. Hollywood now films two version of most of its movies. Records, that gives the lie to folks who say they don't ROCK. They make you afraid to say it. To show it. To print it.
This is what the not-yet-? Create fear. What action can you take? You can write your representative. Send your email. Create your own extremes. Most importantly, take the chains off your own imagination. Don't censor yourself, but explore yourself.
You might find some pretty weird shit inside, but it's there for the taking. Express that imagination. If you don't, they win. All I can say is WOW! For you hardcore purists, there're the Lunachicks. Of course, they've got a great tune.
Little she's covering an Alex Chilton song!! Unfortunately, this CD is promo-only. You're gonna have to buy all the CDs, or hope the label has enough promos to se you one. It sure is worth it! Here's how you can help. Write or fax a letter of support. That doesn't weigh too heavily with the city. If you want, you can mention punk among other things, like art, music, spoken word, etc.
Use your imagination. Be polite, or you could really fuck it up. This came in the guise of a "Media Petition. I don't support abortion, but it's fair to ask for a reasoned discussion without personal degradation or false accusations of fanaticism. Then I looked at the envelope the petition came in. Oy vey! And these people don't want to be portrayed "as fanatics.
It's published under the title: "Mazel-Tov Cocktail" and chock full of all you need to know about the Jewpunk conspiracy. I have a short piece in there on "Why I'm Not Jewish.
But it would be nice if you'd ask your local university library to get a copy. Call [ or fax to order. He mislaid his keys. He got stuck. Please give generously. It was only when someone complained to the cops that he was finally freed. Very clever! For me, this was punk's final death knell. Have your modem call Matt showed me a fine time. Not THAT way, you pervert! America On Line. Give it a call. BNI really humanizes the business.
It's worth it Take please! We had set up camp on a stoop across the street from my parent's apartment on West Fourth Street, and were waiting patiently for the perp to appear.
Off in the I distance we heard the Jefferson Market Library clock chime three a. We kept waiting. Also, every once I in a while, my mom would come out of I our apartment, which was located on the ground level, actually, basement level, I and bring us some more Molsons anc I chocolate-chip cookies. We would thank I her, and tell her to get back inside. That it was dangerous out here, that the perp I could show up at anytime.
But they didn't understand. This I was serious business. We were being victimized. Not by a burglar. Not by a rapist. Not by a murderer. Not even by skinheads. No, this was worse. Much worse. Every night, our apartment, or at least right outside our apartment door, was being visited by none other than the worst of local vi - I lains. Every morning when I or my par- I ents would wake up and go outside, we'd find a pile of shit.
Human shit. Along with the other garbage that had I fallen down off the street. Fresh and wait- I ing for us. Yes, we were being victimized by none other than the notorious Stoop- I Pooper. But I gotta back up I moved up to New York sometime around or for the final time. Roach Motel had long since gone the way of all great punk bands, they were on their ninth or tenth line-up.
And my most recent band, Atoms For Peace, had decided they were too good to tour, and 'ocked themselves up in a garage, never to see the light of day again.
So it was time for me to start a new band. Actually the idea came to me one night at Seth Death's apartment on St. Marks and First Avenue. We were up in his fifth story walk-up watching Scarface for about the eighth time in a row. We had decided that we were gonna sit through Scarface, a three hour plus flick, ten times.
And every time Tony Montana would say the word "fuck", which sounded like Took", as in book, we would do a shot of ack Daniel's. And every time Tony would do a line of blow, we would as well.
So we were very fucked up. And it was going on like the twenty-fifth hour or so. Every once in a while we would look up from the television and say something stupid to each other like "fuck ju, ju piece o' chit", or "ju fucking wit me? Don't ju know I fucking fuck you up, ju piece o' chit?
I give you a one way ticket to the resurrection. Then Seth Death got this look in his eyes. I said to him, "what ju thinking about, ju fucking fucker? I think we maybe be wasting our ives. Here we are, fucking fucked up. So what? And he says, "but we are fucked up with each other. Don't you notice anything missing? We got da booze, we got da chit, we even got da fucking new Meatmen album, but we don't got no pussy. T fucking knew something was missing. So we both remain quiet for a few min utes and continue to watch Tony Mon tana snort a pile of coke the size of Wendy O' William boobs.
Then Seth and I say at the same time, "We need to start a fuck ing band". Both Seth and I decided that the first thing we needed in this band were well, other members. We were smart like that. Always thinking. So we called our friend whose father owned a famous roc club, and asked him if he wanted to be our band. He asked if we were fuckec. He was over at Seth's place before we could hang up the phone. That was tood enough for us. I ean, I am Marshall George, for I own a arshall.
Seth is Seth Death, 'cause it hymes good. And you? Who do you ant to be. And he told! So we did. Now all we needed as a bass player, cause I was the guitar-1 list, and Seth was the singer. He says again, "Do you know ho this is? He says, "Prince Of Punk, what trie hell are you doing, and who the hell are these llosers? We like him. And that I was in oach Trap, Hotel, or something like that, he guy says, "who the fuck cares about ou and your college friends, ya jerk.
Vhat, is that guy pointing at me some I rat boy or something? Am I supposed to e impressed? Go tell your father to get e and Beth another beer.
Me and Seth knew he ook familiar. I say, "I wanna be a dead oy! We need a bass player. I say, "well, there is eer in my mom's frig, and we rehearse in her apartment, so, yeah, I guess there And then he asks if we have a color television.
I tell him yeah, and a big one too. He tells me he's in. Seth Death and I jlook at each other and slap each other five. We just got Jeff Magnum from the ead Boys in our band. Jeff then says, 'Okay, now buy me a beer. The next morning I am in bed with this blonde girl with breasts the size of [watermelons. As I am taking off her shirt, realize that her breasts are all pink and stuff. With little black dots all over them I start to caress these mounds of joy, anc the little black things fall off.
Oh my goc, they are seeds. But I ignore it and begin to lick her. I look at her breast again, anc they are green, and growing bigger by the second. Then I hear this ringing in my ears. Really loud. I scream anc wake up.
There is someone at the door, look at the clock. It says a. That means it's eight o' clock in the fucking morning. Who could be here so early. My mom enters my room and asks if I know who is at the door. She has a cigarette in her mouth, curlers in her hair, and is in the process of getting dressed for work.
Nick is already gone. I tell her I don't know, but I'll find out. I open the door, and there is Jeff Magnum with a bass- case in one hand, and a six-pack of beer in the other. I rub the sleep out of my eyes, and ask him if he knows what time it is? He tells me that it is eight o'clock, anc didn't we have rehearsal this morning? I tell him yeah, but not until noon. He also tells me there is a large pile of human shit in front of my door. I nod my head, and Jeff walks in. Each with a six pack.
We begin to rehearse. I plug into my amp. Jeff plugs into my amp. Seth plugs a radio-snack microphone into my amp, and The Son Of The King Of Punk Rock bangs on my mom's pots and pans he found under the silverware drawer. We play Sonic Reducer right away, and it doesn't sound half bad. Not half good, either. We then write about two songs, Dlay them for like five minutes, then go watch The Brady Bunch on television. And drink the beer. Jeff tells us he likes the Brady Bunch, that that Peter really cracks him up.
The next morning Jeff shows up a little bit later, so I get a bit more sleep. Actually the first person to show up is Seth, who tells me there is human shit outside my door. I say "again? Nick cleaned it up yesterday. Then I ask him how he knows it is human shit. He tells me there is toilet paper next to it. I nod my head. The rest of the show up and we rehearse. Our neigh only calling the police twice. But we have to stop around three in the afternoon. Cause Scooby-Doo is on.
And Jeff says that that Shaggy, what a character. We spot these cute girls, and start flirting with them. Eventually we find out they are from New Jersey, and have missed the last bus back home.
Being the nice guy that I am, I tell the three girls that they can stay with me at my parents' apartment. This cute one, named Kim, but calls herself Tawny, kisses me, hard, and says okay. I mean, what the fuck, two guys, three cute girls one room. The possibilities are endless. Well, almost.Insight + Spilled Acid Productions - Crooked Needle On A Square Record (LP) jetzt ab 8,95 € inkl. MwSt - Dieser Artikel enthält: 1x LP - kaufen im Vinyl Digital Musik Shop - Original - Hip Hop / Rap, Instrumentals - weltweiter Versand!