October 2011
5 posts
“Oh it feels like spiders underneath my skin. Once it starts it’s so hard not to let it in.” Farewell to Arm by The Smyrk, I hope they come back for good.
Zombies.
I had a dream two nights ago that Zombies were attacking. They were weird intellectual zombies that still had all their cognitive processes, and people that i knew, or thought i knew, would try to kill me. When I asked why they were doing it, they told me that they could not control their limbs. They were very sorry, but I had to run, immediately. Very strange, and of course I couldn’t find...
Motives.
I hate when bands require you to do anything before you can listen to their music. Do you know what that gets you? Less people listening to your music. Aren’t you making music for people to hear it? Why do I have to “like” you before i know that I like you? You want my email address first? Go fuck yourself. I’ll never listen to your music, you fucking fuck.
