Guh, I get tired of seeing my busted hand every time I open this thing. Here, today is all about some stars.
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I sleep under a furnace on a bed of rusty nails with bricks for a pillow. Is it any wonder that I'm a light sleeper?
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Hello!
I'm Mr. Krotpong. This is my blog. I post what I like, when I like. I take most of these pictures. I write many dorky things. Don't hold it against me. I'm a nice person.
About Me
- Mr. Krotpong
- Lonesome Town, Oklahoma, United States
- Hey! I post music sometimes. If you are a member of one of the bands featured and would like a link taken down, just send me an email and it will be done. Thanks for playing!
Krotpong Elsewhere
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2009
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January
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- Poot!
- Garage Days ReReReRevisited.
- Act Like Nothing's Wrogn.
- "Only sick music makes money today."
- Them Good Old Days.
- I Saw Stars.
- Picked a fight with the concrete...
- "Death's brother, Sleep."
- We Are All Devo!
- Patterns in Nature VI
- "Things are better... now we have the bomb."
- Learning Some Discipline.
- Lurching Back To Life.
- Jackalopes Kill by Night!!
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January
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