Termyn8or
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OK.
1) youtube buffers your stuff slowly. I think you can sue based on race and/or sexual discrimination. But consult a good lawyer because this would be a complex subject.
2) you are absolutley insane. I don't know where you escaped from, but it's cool that you did. They can't hold me either, but I think they actually want to get rid of me. You are nowhere near nasty enough to achieve that status.
3) you should write a song and stop over. I am giving up the acoustic guitar for the electric. I can fly on a decent electric. This baby ain't but a millimeter at the twelfth fret. I gets good feedback too.
What does all this mean ? You and me toots. We will top the charts. Buddy Holly ain't got shit on us. It would help if you can sing,. I can sing but the neighbors bitched about all the dead birds falling from the trees. But I will do what I have to, irrespective of the local avian population.
Maybe we can harmonize, I sing in E. I mean I sing in E. Every note that comes out of my mouth is E. So to harmonize you need to sing B, A or another E. But don't sing E, that's my job. You can sing an A from time to time, but then remember you will have to sing a G now and then, and maybe even the dreaded C.
Night is when they come,
Don't know where they're from,
They eat you as you live,
As you work and beg and give.
Forty six chords in the MF but only one note. I am REALLY good on that electric guitar. I would be nowhere without Les Paul. You know he taught my Uncle many years ago. For real. I'll have to call his old ass and tell him I want his old guitar when he dies. Would that be impolite ? Fucked if I care, my family is so bad that butter can't exist in the same room for more than ten minutes. I don't mean it melts, it disintegrates.
You should come down here. This is a nasty dirty place, I have a nasty dirty job and up until last month I drove a nasty dirty car.I mean, we already laugh at life here so much it is ridiculous. Literally the house gets clean when I run out of money. It's not a bad life. It's not all that good but it's mine. And I don't whine about it.
Me and my roomie have had a lazy contest going on for twenty years. He has only lived here for two, almost two actually. You just can't understand it until you experience it. We only have one good stainless steel frying pan. Well it WAS stainless. The other day I set it on fire. I melted a pancake flipper in it. See what happened was I was trying to get this video capture shit running and time, well it ran - out. I had to scrape it with a razor blade, but we are again eating as unhealthy as we were before.
You are off the wall. I don't know what a wall is.
T^T
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