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This is probably the greatest thing in existence.
yesw.
oh.
my.
god.
yes.
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Downloading music illegally so I can say EMI is my penpal, genius.
Hey! HEYYYYYYYY!!!! I’m torrenting my favourite album right now. I owned a copy years ago (stolen), I downloaded it off iTunes once (no longer an option, no matter how many times I week I ask for it), and it’s not sold in Australia as a physical release. Nor can I order it as there aren’t new copies.
So now, my every trip to the mail box will be an anxious, frightening experience. What if I open that little flap and the record company hasn’t sent me a letter? How will I tell them where they can stick the remainder of their stationery if they haven’t sent any of it to me yet? That sort of comment seems pretty context specific.
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They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you’re high, you can do everything you normally do just as well — you just realize that it’s not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.
Bill Hicks (via billhicks)
If I am wrong and there is a God, this man will be the first person I track down when I get to hell.
Source: billhicks
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My guitar went to the shop and all I got was this stupid anger management problem.
I’m trying to get into the habit of writing something other than music again, starting with tiny, inane details about my week and working up to sprawling, pointless, self- destructive essays and fiction written for the sake of writing drunk.
This all stems from a relatively minor event. I broke two strings at band prac a little while ago and replaced them temporarily with spares, which was fine. I went to the guitar store a few blocks down Beaufort St to get strings and settled on Slinkies when they didn’t have the kind I use. A tad frustrating, but overall still fine.
From the second I cut the first string to put the new ones on, nothing was fine. The strings wouldn’t tune. The intonation was out. I tried for three days and used curse words I had forgotten I knew.
The second set of strings was my preferred brand and the results were no better. IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE!!!
After an hour spent developing a nervous twitch, playing the same note hundreds of times and wondering if maybe that witch doctor really wasn’t laughing with me when I stole his nose- bone and dropped it in hyena shit, I noticed that the bridge was pulled out a little bit. Cue hysterics.
One trip to Musgroves later, Jane Doe is back and I’m able to curb my revulsion at the world outside our apartment door. Guitar troubles are like girl troubles with the obvious coping mechanism removed.
(I said it would be inane.)
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Literature is the new pornography anyway.
Source: bloodisthenewblackk
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Life is in the brief moments.
Source: visual-poetry
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