That's the shit I was listening to when I finally decided to check this piece. I have thought about it for several days... months now, drifting through my thoughts when I wonder why the fools around me seem so dull.
Odd (the music), but pretty funny. And, Tim, just like when I suggested the Michael Jackson hits cd's, I highly recommend Prince. Music is a path of discovery, and sometimes it takes a while 'til you get to say, "Ohhhhhh, now I get it."
And, Brandon, my man... I thought you were Straight-Edge, X-on-the-hands at the now Imag-endary-Bunker'D-Show... at your shitty garage, hardcore. I'd diarrhea both of our pants to have a beer with you...and pretend to play some super-rad purple-guitar, motherfuck meter Mary Had a Little Lamb riffs. Oh yeah, my mom's dick broke your back
Go visit/re-visit Muse. "Madness" playing now. A wave of nostalgia washes over me, like a Trocky-Hebrew-School's-why the fuck did John try to save that phonebook from the hotel then swing his Jew-Hammer over a.... long-hyphenated something something.
[There's been a 2-hour break]
Viewed and reviewed, after much deliberation, I have pondered a final thought for the moment:
Remember that time we?
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