Burnout is tired of doing the same fucking shit. The mirror may say 'tis, but the shadow knows even better. Since all devilry shall pass, I won't, unless it doesn't, then I will, but in honor of hmm-maybe global thermonuclear war, six yeas:
Play 'em loud & simultaneous, scare your neighbors who are probably bonging to some hippie peacenikery. Yeah, that'll rile 'em up. Jesus H Cthulhu, this post has nothing to do with that yawn. I'm bored with disclaimers. Pass the rabbit holes.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Misty watercolor memories
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:26 AM
Labels: happy slapped, music, narcissism
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...who are probably bonging to some hippie peacenikery.
I HEARD THAT!
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KEEP YOUR POLITICS OUT OF MY UTERUS.
calm blue riff
calm blue riff
calm blue riff
Discalmer
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If this is what I think it is (and it usually is) then I have the perfect accompanying post stolen (er borrowed) from today's headlines.
if, go jump in a lake.
demeur, a way to pass the time STOP THIEF STOP
I'll listen to Sabbath and I'll try the Metallica. I'll pass on Megadeth I think :)
Old Megadeth and Old Metallica ain't that dissimilar.
ROOTS BLOODY ROOTS!
BWAHAHAHAHAAHAA!
Since I am the neighborhood socialistic peacenik hippie with nothing better to do than look disparagingly at those I live around I will take your advice.
"Play 'em loud & simultaneous." I've gotta try that. I always wondered what Arnold Schoenberg would sound like if he fronted a heavy metal band.
duchess, St. Drogo's elixir over Fadades. You better hope I forget.
BB, given that you've offered many examples of the suckitude of your hood, by all means, bang the head that doesn't usually bang.
tom, egads, that's a frightening notion, even to me.
I thought you were having a nostalgic moment remembering your first post:
'Bonjour, fuckers. I give this thing six months, tops.'
Ahh, such sweet memories of innocence when all the world was bright.
Randal, you need a change of pace and place, to wash out the doldrums. How about a Rainbow gathering?
susan, soon, I discouered the joies of a new way of avoiding work.
SWA, dude, you can't have a Rainbow gathering without the singer.
As those tunes go, the linked one wasn't half bad. Not a fave, but not "Where's my aspirin?" bad either.
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