Metalhead.

I hate how entire songs can somehow put themselves together on the spot in my mind like as if it's an mp3 player churning out new stuff. Ungodly riffs, tapping bass fills, time signatures and tempo changes, polyrhythms, blast beats and solos built on scales i can't even name. Counterpoint, tritones, pinch harmonics, atonal harmonies and chromatic palm muted 16th note riffs. If i could record directly out of my head, i'd have an album by now.

I hate how everything disappears when i get home, sit down and try to tab it all out.

After my o's i'll make sure i sit down and get at least ONE song finished.

On a side note, who said bass guitar was simple and boring?

Spin the wheel

I feel like a complete fool.

Back to back

Watchful eyes all around me. Pounce. No. Go away.

(I don't know what to say.)

Miss

  

Life is good, i guess.

Anal(ogy)

I have a rock.

A rock, somehow suspended from the ceiling by two strips of rubber.It's hanging in there just fine. Tension's a little high though.

Let's say i cut one of the strips, leaving the remaining strip to bear the entire weight of the rock. It's not a little rock, but it's still hanging in there.

Or the poor string could snap, and the rock falls. It's a big rock. It leaves a dent on the once spotless parquet flooring.

I can't tell if a single rubber strip can support my rock. Calculations and estimations could never be trusted; I'm not well versed in physics, at least not in the physics of this sort. Not everything has to conform to a set of laws and formulae.

Time to test and see for myself. One's eyes does not make (many) mistakes.

And i'll find out just how strong rubber is.

I don't need to know more about my rock. Heavy is heavy; that is all.

I live next to a mountain.

Some things will never change.

(I sleep under a rock)

Plot

This makes me happy.

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How am i supposed to do anything if this is how it's gonna be? 

Perhaps it's just me then. I'm the sucker. The one who's always at the losing end, cause no one really gives a shit and here i am pouring everything i've got into a big hole.

I really hope i'm wrong but i guess it's already too late now. I'd like to say i've tried my best, even though my "best" really means zero. Nada. I tried to try.

There, you said it.

I guess i'm not just imagining things then.

Really makes me wonder, if you really are that stupid or if you just couldn't care less.