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[May. 2nd, 2007|09:53 pm] |
I'm sitting here making LP to CD transfer of a Weevers box set for some quick cash.
I never have hated this group until tonight but as i listen to these dreaful songs, a few of which people of my age actually hate to sing in grade school if our music teacher was a Folkie.
Fuck you you fake olde timey assholes, nothing quaint is honest and honesty is certainly not quaint.
While these dreaful Commies pound my skull I am trying to locate the keys to my storage space(s) -yeah I lost both sets!!!
Not only do I hate banjos, acoustic guitars, records that have been treated so poorly that there is never more then a few seconds without a skip.
Okay. Someone just shoot me in the neck with a shitload of heroin so I can die with this look of horror and failure frozen on my face forever. |
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