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05-14-2014, 07:52 PM | #173 (permalink) |
Writing my own disaster
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You're out in public and it hits you that you've got to shit, and you're not going to make it the 30 minute ride back home.. so you've got to release butt pee in a public toilet.
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If you're in the middle of the ocean with no flippers and no life preserver and you hear a helicopter, this is music. You have to adjust to your needs at the moment. -- Tom Waits
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05-15-2014, 08:02 PM | #177 (permalink) |
Dude... What?
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You're too drunk to drink from a bottle properly so you keep hitting your teeth on the glass like an idiot
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05-15-2014, 11:59 PM | #178 (permalink) |
Maelian
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>stupid bitch neighbor I hate is having a bitchfit about something, crying, screaming like a goddamn gorilla
>mfw
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We were born to die. Last edited by ladyislingering; 05-16-2014 at 01:12 AM. |
05-16-2014, 01:01 AM | #179 (permalink) | |
carpe musicam
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That feeling you get when you listen to Trying to Get That Feeling Again by Gene Pitney or Carpenters.
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"it counts in our hearts" ?ºº? “I have nothing to offer anybody, except my own confusion.” Jack Kerouac. “If one listens to the wrong kind of music, he will become the wrong kind of person.” Aristotle. "If you tried to give Rock and Roll another name, you might call it 'Chuck Berry'." John Lennon "I look for ambiguity when I'm writing because life is ambiguous." Keith Richards |
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05-16-2014, 01:12 AM | #180 (permalink) | |
Maelian
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that song will always remind me of one particular afternoon. um. August 23rd, 2007. Had a bit of a rough goodbye, then went home and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed to that song. Almost precisely one year later I said goodbye to that person for the very last time. (August 21st, 2008) That feel when you're sad and you listen to the Carpenters. And then it suddenly gets to be 4am and you're like But any other time, that feeling when you think of Karen...
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