The Gulf Coast is a lot like an unhygienic shirt-stain with a flowery fresh scent, deceivingly hiding a foul stench with an alluring fragrance. Yet, from the darkest depths of the armpit of America emerged Love Story's End. Since 2003, LSE (that's hipster lingo) has been a cold sore on the mouth of the Mississippi. And this particularly stubborn strain of lip-herpes is forever recurring. Just when you thought it was safe to make-out with the office skank, THINK AGAIN! What's wrong with you? It's an ongoing virus that you'll continue to knowingly spread mouth to mouth. You are SO inconsiderate. But open sores that continue to tear at the corners of your piehole won't keep your ears from being repeatedly betrayed. It's soothing music softly whispering lies in your ear. Even as you watch the cuts attempt to scab over in vain while standing at the mirror, there is no letting up. LSE is that friend telling you "everything will be fine," when you know it's not. YOU KNOW IT'S NOT! Your problem is choosing to believe the lie. Who are we to judge? In late 2006, after sweetly caressing the rigid hides of showgoers with an unfaithful touch , LSFNE (vulgar hipster lingo) hit the studio to birth "Biloxi War Tribe." The debut effort was an independent release, much like those long, lonely showers you take. Your mom knows you're not really combing your hair, so just stop already. It's embarrassing for everyone. Currently, the next LSE effort is being vaccinated for swine-flu. A second album is being fed and fattened like a turkey before Thanksgiving. In time he will be chewed up and devoured by your mysteriously cold-sore-covered kisser. "DEATH" is coming, and there is no stopping it.
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