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Fear;
I think that if Maynard met you he'd really like you. Of course he would. But it might then be beholden on Maynard, in that situation, to do what he could to lead you forward, into the light, where Maynard and the rest of Tool presumably reside, currently, at least if there's a tattoo parlour there. And I think you're afraid.
I don't understand your antipathy towards Tool, either. They are not called Tool for the reason that everyone thinks they are. It's for a different reason, probably - Personally anyway, I've never heard a band whose makes me want to take hard, street and intravenous drugs to anything like the same extent.
Some people say that they'd rather re-examine America post 9/11 through the lens, eyes, whatever, of a hideous piss-stained leather sock puppet, than listen to Tool. But suely the experience is essentially the same?
Here's a poem I wrote in honour of Tool.
'Tool, Tool,
You might think I'm uncool
Or even a fool
Or, conceivably, a stool
But, fuck you guys!
I'm my own person.' |
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