The band is called Sunset Rubdown. The song is called "The Men Are Called Horsemen There." It's not for everyone, I suppose, but I think it's grand.

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over time we recognize the failures of punctuation and hope for something better but nothing better comes and time becomes this endless runon of bullshit we ask ourselves for solutions of merit but as the only sources of such things we find ourselves at a loss it's tragic one might suppose but one is always wrong always flawed always one disconnected from the whole so massive and beyond ones scope that one is always left with that sense that one is only one in a sea of ones never seeing that one is that same sea and all of the boats upon it

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I love hummus. It's a dollar at Edgewood Kroger. They say it's ten for ten dollars, but I don't have any space in my new communal fridge; so I asked if it was really ten for ten or if that was just a nice way of saying it was a dollar. They said it was really just a dollar. After which they told tales of families who'd buy ten loaves of bread due to such misunderstandings. The fact is, ten for ten is a deal when one considers the cost of one small tub of spicy three pepper rings up at four bucks. Three tubs at the normal cost would be more than ten at this price. Damn my limited fridge space.

I bought five.

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