there are things that are falling apart in my life, most namely my sweaters. they're dying. I'd wish if you didn't make a point of it. shu shu shake it shu shu shake it up!shu shu shake it up!" sings the rather lanky vocalist with his black hair and his closed eyes (the closed eyes signify the passion! the passion!). everyone found themse3lves bouncing around to the happy song about heroin. needles are great, needles are cool, needles are the thing for me and you! rest assure it didn't necessarily mean that they were all heroin addicts. you could console your mother with that. it doesn't occur to very many people just how impossible it is for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage... the song exhilarates me. it makes me want to die. that's not necessarily a bad thing. wanting to die's a very strong feeling. stefanude is reported to be coming to california, i will seek him out and bring him back to san diego