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Where the Dust Gathers
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The Spirit of Podcasts 2021
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Among the Ashes
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Grenade
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Orion
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Old School Empty
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As I Wade Back Out Into the Shallow End of the World
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Stay Fanatic!!!
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I Can't Wait to Share
I stood outside The Orange Peel one February night, waiting for Henry Rollins to come talk to me. There was a large throng of people out there, too, all shivering in the cold. We had just seen Rollins give a spoken word performance, and we all wanted to meet him.
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![]() ![]() "Too many flames with too much to burn, and life's only made of paper" --Ronnie James Dio"Words are flowing out
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