You know, stuff Sonm could write
"Today, touched by the cold, windy snowflakes of spring, I felt the spiritual vibrations so strong I lost my muscle control and crapped my pants."
Yesterday I though of guitar playing. The whole day at work (when I didn't think the code), the whole bus trip home, the whole time I ate and drank coffee with the woman. And during this time I got so pissed of and...obsessed...that when I finally got to my guitar I practially hated it.
I couldn't find the absolutely right tune and my head was about to explode. Lately I've been playing riffs that base on disturbing, even disharmonic notes and listening to them a few hours didn't make me feel any better
"Kaksoisolento" by Don Huonot and Stigmata (Patricia Arguette ) saved my head luckily.
"Today, touched by the cold, windy snowflakes of spring, I felt the spiritual vibrations so strong I lost my muscle control and crapped my pants."
Yesterday I though of guitar playing. The whole day at work (when I didn't think the code), the whole bus trip home, the whole time I ate and drank coffee with the woman. And during this time I got so pissed of and...obsessed...that when I finally got to my guitar I practially hated it.
I couldn't find the absolutely right tune and my head was about to explode. Lately I've been playing riffs that base on disturbing, even disharmonic notes and listening to them a few hours didn't make me feel any better
"Kaksoisolento" by Don Huonot and Stigmata (Patricia Arguette ) saved my head luckily.