I wrote a song and not a day passed until I realized that it's actually the 4 chord song in disguise
F#m E D A E Fm
The masterful rhythms can't hide that now. Also, after years of talking about this, how can I still come back.
Other news: guests, who got me real bread and rumors from Latvia; headaches; drinking with almost no physical consequences; too many guitars for a flat my size; a surprise performance in 44h from now on, holy shit; work not done; plans on running away from home just to be rediscovered 30 years later as a bum, so when I pick up a guitar to play, my talents don't matter but people like me because they don't expect bums to play guitar. YES, JELLY.
No pictures, because you got like a million last post.
Oh shit, deadline for random mammals. fuck me, not tonight
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